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asked.
    "Yes," Chandler said, a little reluctantly.
    Brynn saw where this was going and nipped it in the bud. "Well, I'll go, on one condition. You go out with Nyla and we have a double date. She's been bugging me about hooking her up with you since Cole's birthday," Brynn proposed.
    "Ugh, she better not try to get me into bed with her," Chandler said, wrinkling up his nose.
    "She will, but just be clear that you don't want to sleep with her," Brynn told him. After she realized how it sounded, she added, "I mean, as long as that's what you want...As long as you don't want to sleep with her," Brynn stammered.
    "No, I definitely don't," Chandler told her, chuckling a little at how jealous Brynn sounded. "So, I guess it's settled. We have a double date."
    Brynn wasn't looking forward to going out with Zaiden, and she was even less enthusiastic about Chandler going out with Nyla, but she was happy to know that Chandler didn't want to sleep with anyone.
    "What are we getting ourselves into?" Brynn asked, and shook her head.

Chapter 7

    F riday came all too quickly for Chandler and Brynn. Neither one was really looking forward to their dates, and on more than one occasion, both had tried to think of ways to get out of it. In the end, nothing worked, and the date was going to happen as planned.
    Nyla showed up at Brynn's early, to help Brynn get ready. Brynn would have preferred to get ready alone, due to the fact that she resented Nyla for forcing this date on Chandler, and wasn't really in the mood to make nice with her. Instead, Brynn bit her tongue, and tried to act like nothing was bothering her.
    While Brynn worked on her hair and makeup, Nyla busied herself in Brynn's closet, trying to pick out the 'perfect outfit'. She laid out a short black cargo mini skirt on Brynn's bed, along with a tiny red tank. When Brynn came out of the bathroom to get dressed, she looked at the clothes on the bed and got annoyed.
    "Where are we going tonight, street walking?" Brynn cried. "I'm going to have people coming up to me all night asking me how much I charge for my services!"
    "Oh, stop," Nyla laughed. "You're going to look great. No one will mistake you for a hooker. Just don't wear those over-the-knee vinyl boots that I saw in the back of your closet."
    "You're funny, Nyla. You know I don't own anything like that!" Brynn grumbled. "Fine, I'll wear this outfit. Tonight is going to be such a mistake!"
    "Not if I have anything to do with it," Nyla mumbled. "So, where are the kids staying tonight?"
    "Oh, they're staying at Chandler's house. They stayed here the last time we went out, so he thought it would only be fair for them to stay at his house this time," Brynn told her. She knew that wasn't the only reason they were staying over at his house. Chandler had begged to let the kids stay with him, so that Nyla wouldn't get any ideas about trying to go back to his place after they went out. He was trying to do everything he could to let Nyla know that he didn't want to sleep with her, without coming right out and saying it.
    "Oh, is there any chance I can convince you to let them stay here tonight?" Nyla asked.
    "Nyla! They are staying at his house tonight. It's not negotiable," Brynn said, starting to get angry with her friend. "You need to calm down and understand that Chandler isn't ready for what you're offering him. Just relax and be happy that he even agreed to go out with you tonight."
    "I guess," Nyla said, defeated. "I'll go downstairs and let you finish getting dressed. The guys will be here soon." Nyla left the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
    Brynn groaned and began to get dressed. She was not looking forward to a whole night of Nyla's flirting, and she hoped that Zaiden wouldn't try anything with her. The things she did for her friends! After she was dressed, she took a look in her full-length mirror and was surprised she didn't look as slutty as she thought she would. She turned around, looking at herself from all angles.