“And you have a mail-order husband now, so you don’t need to worry about love. That’s what these deals are made for. Fucking on demand, a nice eye candy for a big event. Anything you please, whenever you want it.”
I want to touch her…to just casually stroke her knee and squeeze her arm.
I just want to touch her.
She laughs. “It does sound like a nice deal! I always have my sister for emotional support. It’s only the dick I have to order out for.”
I laugh easily.
“Yeah, well, my sister isn’t big on the emotional support part. None of my family is, really. But I wouldn’t be here at all with you if it wasn’t for Sarah. See, I had this bet with her…it was fucking impossible. I had this ditz of a caddie, you know, the cheap type who can’t manage her own tits, and I was getting drunk, so I wanted to try hitting the ball off her ass.”
Kat’s girlish giggles escape as a big cackle. She puts a hand over her mouth.
“Fuck no! You did not.”
“Yes, I fucking did. I was considering getting creative with the balls…but then I thought slapping her around the ass with an iron might be more fun.”
Kat was giggling upon giggling.
“So I’m all set up to shoot, and my sister comes along and starts chewing me out. Says I’m never going to meet a respectable woman. Well, fuck, who said I was even looking!”
Kat bursts out into a huge cackle, and I’m laughing my guts out, too. The sake loosened us up, but the laugh’s letting us go.
I’m feeling like I can be myself and not hide. It’s a nice feeling.
I’m not sure I’ve ever had it before.
“So,” I continue, taking another roll from the platter, “she says she’s going to hit a hole-in-one off the caddie’s ass. I say it’s impossible. I mean, I wasn’t even going to try for the green! Why wouldn’t I take the bet, seriously? I thought I couldn’t lose. She says I have to be a mail-order husband if I lose…I was pretty sure such a thing didn’t exist, anyway. Well, if it doesn’t blow my brain cells out like good whiskey when she makes the fucking shot. She’s got to be a witch or something.”
Kat’s rolling a chopstick against her bottom lip, licking up soy sauce. As her tongue creeps over the edge of her mouth, I completely lose my train of thought.
“But,” she says, “you ended up with me soon after. So I guess it wasn’t a loss after all.”
I grin at her, and I touch her leg and gently squeeze her thigh.
“Not a loss at all.”
Kat does a quick look around. I’ve seen her do this at work. Her eyes go to the surroundings, desk, then to the clock.
“I better get moving. It’s going to be a long one tomorrow. I suppose I should let you off husband duties for the night since you bought dinner.”
I reach out and grip her hand, waiting for her to turn to me.
We pull close together, sinking into each other’s gaze.
“No fucking way. I’ve got manly duties to perform. And if it’s going to be a long day, you need your husband to take all that stress out of you.”
She slips down from the stool, winking up at me as those sexy pink heels click to the floor.
“What’re we waiting for then?”
12
Katrina
This morning, I woke up in his arms.
But now, I’ve been in the office for merely a few minutes, and the phones are going fucking bananas. It’s not even 8 a.m. yet.