“Holy shit,” he gasped. “You’re telling me that your whole workplace is going to see this? You’ll never work in that hospital again.”
“Maybe she has a new phone number and didn’t see it. I sent it over an hour ago and I haven’t received a response. You would think that I would have at least gotten a call from the police.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
I nodded, trying to reassure myself. It was such a horrible thought that it couldn’t possibly be true.
“I can’t believe you filmed this,” Ted said.
“But it’s pretty great, right?”
“Yeah,” he conceded. “But that’s still pretty fucked up.”
“Don’t lie, you’re totally going to jack off to it later.”
“Probably. Do we tell Whitney about this?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. “Do you?”
“I don’t want to tell her. Last night was crazy, wasn’t it?”
“It was. Has Whitney said anything about me since I left?”
“About you? I don’t think so. We had sex again and ordered room service before I took her home. That girl has an extraordinary sexual appetite, and I hope she never gets enough.”
I didn’t want to hear this. Frankly, if it didn’t involve me, I wasn’t interested.
“I’m going to let you go now. I’ll talk to you later.”
I hung up the phone and tossed it across the room. I knew that there was a chance I had just made the biggest mistake in my professional life that had nothing to do with my patients. But, whenever faced with a potential disaster, I always just ignored it. I had a way of tricking my brain into not freaking out about things I should probably be freaking out about. It was just what I did.
Maybe I’d go to the hospital tomorrow and it would be completely fine. Whitney would probably be awkward around me, but then she’d be her normal self. Everything would be just fine and I could continue to sleep with her whenever the opportunity arose.
The only thing that troubled me now was that Whitney was having sex with Ted while I was away. I was really hoping she would have more interest in me.
How could I complain, though? I got everything I wanted. Now, I just had to wait to see how things played out in our little love triangle.
Chapter Twelve
Whitney
Originally, I had planned to go home immediately after the wedding reception and go to bed. I had hoped that Ted would maybe join me for a few hours, but what actually transpired was completely unexpected. I really couldn’t have imagined that if I tried.
Instead, it was nearly noon and I was just getting back to my house. My hair and make up were a complete mess, so I threw on a pair of gigantic sunglasses in case someone saw me. This was my first “walk of shame” and it felt a little scandalous. If others knew about what I had done with Ted and Chad, I would probably have to change my name and move to a new town!
There was no way in hell I was going to tell anyone about the threesome, with one exception. When I opened the door, Maria was sitting on the couch, facing toward me as if she were a parent waiting for their teenager to get home.
“I thought you were coming home last night,” she said, her tone slightly accusational but with a smile on her face.
“I’m sorry,” I said, tossing my bag on the kitchen table. “I was going to text you to tell you, but then things happened and I totally forgot.”
“What kind of things?”
I bit my lip. I knew it wasn’t something to share, but I was dying to talk about it, perhaps for no other reason than to process everything that happened.
“Did you spend the night with Ted? Spill!”
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” I said, lowering my voice as if there were others in the house. “I’m serious, no one can know.”
Her eyes widened. Maria looked absolutely delighted. “Sit down,” she ordered.
“I’m going to make something to eat first,” I said,
“No,” s
he ordered. “Let me. I need to hear this story.”
“Fine,” I said. “In that case, I’d like some avocado toast and a fried egg. Grab me a sparkling water too, won’t you?”
I lay on the couch and put my feet up. I was ready to give her all of the juicy details and get it out of my system. Maybe talking about it would purge me of the need to go over the events in my head.
“Ted surprised me with a hotel room for Valentine’s Day.”
“Aww,” Maria squealed. “That’s adorable. Meanwhile, I got barfed on by a patient and came home and watched late-night television. But go on, I’m not jealous at all.”
I playfully rolled my eyes. “He got a really nice suite and there were chocolate covered strawberries and champagne. He really went all out.”
“So,” Maria said, wiggling her eyebrows, “how was the sex? I seriously can’t believe you went on that many dates without doing the deed. Was it great?”
I tried to hold back my smile. “You have no idea. I don’t even know where to start.”
I told Maria the full story in fairly explicit detail. Her mouth gaped open the entire time. I could tell that she was absolutely enthralled, and it felt good to finally be the one with entertaining stories.
“I can’t believe this,” she said once I finished the story with the morning sex with Ted. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m not sure it’s something to be proud of.” I laughed.
“Of course it is. There’s no reason a woman our age should feel any shame about something like that. If you enjoyed yourself, then there’s no problem. I’m honestly so jealous of you right now, I can hardly look at you.”
“I had no idea you thought I was this prudish.”
“It’s not that you’re a prude.” She hesitated. “It’s just that you’re always so well behaved and in control. It’s nice to see you let loose and enjoy yourself.”
I nodded. “I guess you’re right. I have a stressful job. I should be able to burn off steam and have a good time every once in a while, right?”