Into the Darkness

“OMG Lex, it's huge!”

“Thanks, I'm glad you think so.”

She gently punched my arm knowing all too well I couldn't let that comment slide. What can I say, she brought out dirty Lex. Obviously, since I now had a serious case of blue-balls and it had only been two nights since I was last inside her.

We walked to the dock where the captain greeted us, then we boarded the yacht and took a seat by the sail. She looked happy and content as we headed out to sea. Not worried for a moment that the ocean breeze was messing her beautiful hair but that’s what made her different. She didn’t care about petty things like other women, she just enjoyed life. As the yacht found its spot to dock, I grabbed her hand to take her to the deck where a table was setup. Okay, so I went a bit overboard and had a candlelit dinner waiting.

“Lex,” she gasped.

I ushered her to her seat and slid her chair in. I poured a glass of wine as the waiters served our entree.

“This is amazing but you know this seems more like a date than a friendly dinner,” she teased.

“Well you might be my first friend so I'm not sure what is classified as dating or friendship. I don't date women and I don't have friends.”

“Lex, that's ridiculous. Of course you have friends and please, like you haven't dated anyone in seven years.”

“I never have time for friends. Work is my life. Yes there are people who perhaps could be called a friend but I'm not running around town with BFFs or whatever you kids call it these days.”

“And dating? Surely you’ve had sex in seven years.”

“I never said I didn't have sex. I said I didn't date.”

“Oh….”

“Spit it out,” I commanded.

“Spit what out?”

“Whatever it is you are going to ask me because I know you, your face is so obvious.”

“It's nothing. It's just something Nikki said and trust me, it probably isn't something you want to discuss.”

“Okay well now you have me curious.”

“Lex, trust me, you don't want to discuss this.”

“No Charlotte, you said we were friends. Sharing is caring.”

She hesitated and I tapped my foot impatiently. We had all night and wasn’t the whole point of this friends bullshit trying to get to know each other again?

“Nikki thought that if we were going to be friends and be open with each other we should start by giving each other our sexual numbers. This wasn't my idea and I warned you!”

Fuck. I didn't see that coming and now it was all I could think about. I wouldn't even know how many women I've been with but most importantly my stomach churned thinking about her number. Fuck, she was hot. Of course it was massive. No wait, but she wasn't like that. Fuck fuck fuck! She was right, why the fuck did I push her?

“I told you so,” she said.

“What's your number?” I asked, gritting my teeth. What number would make me happy? Fucking zero but fat fucking chance. I knew she fucked Julian. I curled my fist into a ball, trying my best not to smash the bottle that sat so tempting in front of me.

“I don't have a death wish. We need to get off this topic.”

“Answer me, Charlotte,” I demanded in a low voice.

“Not as many as you think, so drop it.”

“Number.”

“FINE! Five. Are you happy now?"