Stryker

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“I’m serious. Full-on, panty wetting throb. That’s why I ran. The feeling came over me so quickly that it scared the hell out of me so I left. But God, I squirmed when I got into the cab and my heart thudded in my chest like it was going to explode. It was so raw…so primitive, and…and I need to feel it again.”

Millie dropped to her bottom. “You’ve never been like this before. I don’t know what to say or do. I’m the wild one. The one who usually runs to you with guy problems. This…this is weird.”

“I know it is.” We stayed quiet for a few minutes before I admitted, “Patrick’s never wet my panties.”

“What?” she choked out.

“Well, I mean,” I felt a blush coat my cheeks, “obviously things worked but I mean instant wet panties didn’t happen before today. I don’t even know what this guy looked like. Just that I got the impression he was big.”

“Big,” she snickered.

“I only saw his chest and hands.” I shoved her over, and giggled like a schoolgirl with her. “He was all heat, Millie.”

She became serious. “You really are serious about wanting to see this guy?”

I nodded.

“I was afraid you’d say that.” She clambered to her feet. “I think I need to be there next time. To keep you safe.” She grinned.

I groaned. “Yes, Mom. But remember he’s mine. I saw him first.”

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sp; She rolled her eyes. “How old are we again?”

“Stop. I’ve been thinking since Patrick’s arranged the gym thing for us, we could go tomorrow, and I thought we could work out while we’re there.”

“You’re kidding right? You want to work out with all those hot, sweaty bodies around us?”

“Um.”

“Evie, you won’t even walk into a gym on your own, how are you going to get up the nerve to work out while they watch us make asses out of ourselves?”

“Ugh! As you put it that way, we’ll just do the watching.” I grinned.

I was just as susceptible to a hot, sweaty guy as the next person, engaged or not.

The ‘engaged’ part made my heart sink. I didn’t want to be engaged, and wished with all my heart that I’d had the courage to refuse Patrick when he’d asked.

My own parents had said nothing. My mother had been overtaken with excitement that her only daughter was about to get married. My mom wanted grandchildren, so any husband would do.

Patrick really had been fun to begin with. He’d made me laugh and while he didn’t excite me in the bedroom, the sex had been okay, I guess. But leading up to our engagement, I sensed that his mind was constantly elsewhere. He was abrupt with me and would tell me one thing and do another. I’d started to work up to telling him that we were over when he surprised me with a trip to the Florida Keys.

I’d still felt something was going on with him while we’d been there. He didn’t seem like the same man I’d started dating.

“You’re thinking about Patrick,” Millie commented. “You always go brooding and have this look on your face as though you’ve swallowed something horrid.”

“I’m not that desperate.” I plopped down onto the sofa, kicked my ballerina shoes off and placed my feet onto the coffee table while I thought about what to say. “It’s my fault that I’m in this mess, Millie. I could have said no, but I didn’t.”

“That ass asked you in front of a room full of people. He knew you’d say yes in a situation like that. He knows how you think, how you were trained to act in public, which means you have to change things up.”

“How?” I turned to face Millie but her gaze was still fixed on her ceiling, a grin on her face. “You have to start doing the opposite to what he’d expect you to do.”

I laughed. “I’m already doing that by going to his family’s gym.”

“How exactly did that go down with dear Patrick?”