I’m also annoyed because the satisfaction was like nothing else and it wasn’t even real. My body does feel like it’s in the middle of a post orgasmic glow, but that’s just the dream flowing through me. I never had Zane’s hands on me, he never made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, he’s still just my lawyer.
I know I can’t go to sleep now, so I slide my legs over the side and pad across the room to get a drink from the kitchen. I’m not even tired anymore, I’m all wired and alert from the dream. Even as I pour myself a glass of water, I can still sense Zane’s hands all over me, as if he really did touch me.
How is this possible? How can that dream be more real than anything that’s ever actually happened with Jeremy? This is nuts, I’m going insane. If I’m not careful I will lose my mind before I get divorced.
“Stop thinking about him,” I hiss quietly to myself. “He’s a lawyer, nothing more. I need him to save me. Not to… seduce me or whatever… however good it would feel.”
I just know it would feel incredible, and that makes it even harder to push that thought away.
6
Zane
“…yes, so that’s why I feel so strongly about it,” Megan says with a tone of finality. “And I believe others should too. It’s an incredibly important topic that isn’t discussed enough. It needs a platform.”
I narrow my eyes at her, unable to believe what I’m hearing. “You’re talking about… makeup techniques.”
“Are you suggesting that contouring isn’t important?” She cocks a brow. “You clearly have no idea.”
I don’t even know how to answer that, I don’t think I’ve ever been out with someone who focuses on something so alien to me. Through my work, I deal with people who have actual problems, nothing related to how they look, so I don’t know how I’m supposed to turn this into something positive. Even for the sake of a double date.
I would absolutely love to talk to Dan about something, to make this a more well-rounded conversation, but he has his tongue down his date’s throat. This is how they’ve been from the start, we might as well not even be here. It’s embarrassing. They are like horny teenagers who I can’t even bear to be in the same room as me, but I can’t escape because despite the obvious lack of connection between us, she seems to want to talk.
“So, what’s important to you?” Megan folds her arms and glares at me. “Because men who aren’t passionate about anything are really unattractive. Like, seriously, because I don’t know what I’d talk to you about.”
“Well, I don’t think that’s something we’re going to have to worry about, is it?”
I try to make a joke out of it, to ease the atmosphere just a little bit, but this just winds Megan up.
“Why not? What are you trying to say?” Her cheeks stain red. “That’s a bit presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“I just thought…” Shit, I’m lost for words. “Well, there doesn’t seem to be much here, does there?”
Megan looks shocked. This is so freaking weird, I don’t know what to think. “Really?”
“I… I don’t know, do you think there is? I can’t see it going anywhere, there isn’t that… thing…”
“You’re going to judge by one date? You have to have at least three or you can’t tell.”
Hmm, I really don’t know if I agree with that. To me, it seems to be an instant thing. I don’t always know if I’m going to like someone but there has to be somewhat of a connection. There isn’t one here.
“I don’t know.” I bolt upright, needing an escape. “I’m going to order some more drinks, okay?”
Megan pouts out her plump fake lips to me, furrowing her thick eyebrows. She’s had so much work done, which is very normal in Vegas, but not for me. I don’t know how Dan thought this would go well. He must be blind to what I really like. Maybe he didn’t think about me at all. This is more likely all about him.
“Yeah, I’ll have some wine if you’re getting something. Maybe get a bottle for us all.”
I rush, needing to breathe away from this nightmare situation. I race to the bar, just to hear a loud booming voice echoing from the other side of the room. A voice I knew well but has now become that of a stranger….Jeremy Bishop.
“I will get you all a drink, girls, you don’t need to worry.” He sounds happy and friendly, nothing like the man I know him. “Of course, I can afford it, you do know who I am, don’t you?”
His obnoxious arrogant tone gets the girls around him giggling wildly. It’s the typical scene to witness in a bar. Normally I wouldn’t even bat an eyelid, but today I know that he has a scared wife at home. Someone more beautiful than he deserves. It makes me very angry to know the truth.
Turn away, I convince myself. Don’t look at him. Don’t get involved now. Pretend he isn’t even here.
“I think you have to be the most beautiful women that I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Just ignore it. All you can do is help Nova. You don’t need to get into it right now. Leave him the hell alone.