Melody frowned. “Okay, you know what? Let’s start from the beginning.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
“How did it happen?” she asked. “Last I knew, he was being a dick again, and you were planning on quitting.”
“I was,” I nodded. “I was about to hand in my resignation when he had a babysitter emergency.”
“You’re kidding?” she said. “Another one.”
“Someone needed to look after Noah and…”
“You offered?” Melody asked in disbelief.
“Well, I like Noah. He’s such a great kid, and I felt bad, so I offered to take care of him for the rest of the night. We actually had a really nice time together—”
“Are you getting to the good part anytime soon?” Melody asked impatiently.
Rolling my eyes, I continued with the story. “I had just finished putting Noah to bed when I heard a sound coming from Jake’s room, and I went to investigate. He had come back home and looked very upset…”
“About?”
“His wife,” I replied. “He finally opened up about her to me. I suppose it made me realize how difficult it has been for him all these years, having to deal with everything on his own, including raising Noah.”
“Ah, I see how this went,” she said, giving me a suggestive smile. “You comforted him right out of his clothes.”
I smirked. “It wasn’t quite like that… But generally speaking… That was the gist of it.”
“So did he seduce you or was it the other way around?”
“Well, I was the one who kissed him.”
“Nice,” she said with obvious admiration. “I’m impressed. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
I laughed. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I just didn’t peg you for the kind of girl who’d make the first move.”
“You know what?” I said. “I didn’t think I was, either. I guess I just got caught up in the moment. We’d spent almost an hour talking about these intensely personal moments in his life, and it just felt right to kiss him.”
“How was the sex?” Melody asked bluntly.
I smiled. “Amazing.”
“Yup, he looks like he’s amazing in bed,” she nodded.
I laughed. “He was…a very generous lover.”
“Was he the best you’ve ever had?” she asked pointedly.
I paused for a moment, wondering how to answer this question. She misread my hesitation. “He wasn’t?” she said. “That’s surprising, the way you were talking, I just assumed—”
“No, no,” I said cutting her off. “He was the best I’ve ever had. It’s just…”
“Yeah?”
I was feeling a little nervous to admit it out loud, but I decided to just rip off the Band-Aid and have done with it. “Well…it was my first time.”
“What was?” she asked, completely confused.