“I’m here,” I smile lazily, still feeling in a dreamy state, and Ashley crosses her arms over her chest and eyes me suspiciously.
“So, out with it! Why did you want us to meet here today?”
“She’s pregnant,” Kim cries out triumphantly, grabbing both my hands and beaming. “That’s what’s up!”
“You got me,” I smile, and the three of them squeal at the same time, jumping up to hug me. “And not only that,” I continue, freeing myself from their embrace. “Anders proposed.” With that, I show them my fingers and flash them the new three stone diamond ring Anders got me from Tiffany. They squeal again, almost hysterical now, and everyone around the bar starts eyeing us like we’re the wild bunch.
“Oh my, God,” Natalie cries out, holding my hand and placing her head so close to my ring I start thinking she might just eat it out my fingers. “It’s so beautiful!”
“A wedding and a baby, oh God, we’re getting old,” Kim teases me, sitting back down and sinking into her seat. She stares at the waiter behind the counter with dreamy eyes, and I can almost feel the gears turning inside her head. “I hope I don’t end up being the cat-lady of the group. Seems more and more like it.”
“Don’t be silly,” I tell her. “You’ll find someone, just wait. He’ll show up when you least expect it.”
“Well, you could just share Professor Handsome. He sure seems like --”
“Don’t even think about it,” I laugh, hitting her arm once again. No way in hell I’m sharing Anders. He’s mine and only mine - and, God, that sounds so good to say! “What about your stepbrother? He sure seems yummy from the last photos I’ve seen of him.”
“Uh-uh, don’t even go there with that filthy mind, Christine. I mean, he’s my stepbrother!” She protests, but I notice a glint in her eyes as she thinks of him. Yeah, I also know how to read people - specially Kim.
“I was just sayin’,” I laugh again, taking a sip out of my cocktail as the conversation drifts off to what I’m planning for the wedding, and when I’m thinking of telling Anders about the pregnancy. We girls are nosy when it comes to sex, babies, and weddings… and more when these three come hand-in-hand. Just part of being the fairer sex, I think.
Can you imagine it? A few months ago I was just another graduate student, one of many eyeing the hot professor in class. And now here I am, a life growing inside of me, a wedding to plan, and a career at the United Nations! And, of course, the perfect man by my side. And, just between me and you, my sex life couldn’t be any more perfect as well… ‘Perfect’ meaning that I’m coming four to six times every time we make love. Which is everyday.
Jealous? Don’t be. Men like Anders are a rarity, yes, but if you keep your eyes open... Well, you might find someone like that for you. Just keep your hands off of Anders, okay?
He’s mine… and I might bite.
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Daphne
Now we have three short steamy stories!
Ashely!
Christine!
And then me!!!
173
Ashley
I get home from Blush, my feet just aching from standing all day. Trying to get new reporters up to speed and up to the quality that I want...
It’s exhausting.
It doesn’t help that Apollo has been working long hours lately. We’re hardly ever at home at the same time anymore, and it’s slowly driving me insane. I’d thought that when we moved in together and then again when we got engaged, that this would mean, you know, us being in the same zip code more often than not.
Turns out, I was wrong. I was also wrong about all of the exotic vacations that I thought we’d go on. Who is rich enough to make God jealous, and yet spends all their time at a desk, working to make yet more money? Apollo Kane, that’s who.
When does the fun part of being rich start happening?
I shuffle into the kitchen and mix myself a dirty martini. I’m just going to sit down and relax and not think for ten minutes. Not go over magazine spreads in my head, not try to decide if the new hire is going to work out or if I should just fire her now…just relax.
But before I can really even get settled in for a nice breather, I hear the front door open. I turn on the couch, my body protesting at even that movement, to see Apollo at the front door.
“Hi, baby,” he says in a sing-song voice. He comes over and gives me a quick kiss on the forehead, excitement radiating off him. I just stare up at him, unable to really get my heart into…whatever it is that he’s excited about. Normally, seeing Apollo truly is the highlight of my day, and I’d do just about anything to sneak a glance at him throughout the day, but...