“Order every dessert on the menu and cry into my cheesecake?”
“Um, no, sister. You need a hot, rebound vacation fling.”
“Stop it. That’s not my style.”
“I know. All the more reason to do it. You know the saying, to get over someone, get under someone else.”
Exhaling, I drag my fingers through my hair. “I don’t know. I’m not bold enough to come on to someone.”
“You don’t have to be. Just sit there being pretty like you are. They’ll come to you.”
Smiling, I lie back on the bed. “Maybe. I’m gonna have dinner with the bartender tonight.”
“What? How could you not lead with that?”
“Because it’s not important. He just feels sorry for me. He had to witness the whole debacle. I only said yes because what else am I gonna do? At least I’ll have company.”
“The stupid-hot bartender?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, well, this sounds promising. Hot bartenders are the perfect antidote for bruised hearts. If he wants to do more than eat, please let him.”
“He doesn’t. He’s being nice.”
“Okay, but maybe something will happen. You never know.”
“You have a point.”
“When was the last time Kyle—gag—made you scream?”
“Uh, never. Our sex life was nice, but it wasn’t epic by any means. Now that I think about it, it was always about his nut, not mine.”
“Even more reason not to like him. Listen, Cato. What if, just hear me out, sexy bartender dude could turn your world upside down, at least for a night? Wouldn’t that be a nice head start to getting your groove back?”
“Another valid point. I’m just not sure I can see myself getting naked with someone new this soon. I have lube and condoms, and I even bought sexy underwear, but it was all for Kyle.”
“Who’s a cold-hearted snake. I get it. The wound is fresh, but you are gorgeous, baby. Even Kyle couldn’t resist that face. You don’t have to fall in love. You can just get railed and come back ready to slay.”
I laugh. “It’s starting to sound like a good idea.”
“I know, right? Also, bless that you continued using condoms with that snake.”
“Right? At least I’ve got that going for me. Kyle was way too afraid of STDs to take a chance like that.”
“The only redeeming factor in all of this. Back to the hot bartender. You’re gonna stay open?”
Rubbing my forehead, I imagine for just a second what the bartender’s full lips would feel like on my skin. God, please let that man be a top. At least vers.
“I’m in.”
Wes squeals. “Yes, queen. I’m so proud of you.”
“You’re right. Hooking up with some hot guy for the weekend is pure fun, and I could use a little.”
“That’s the spirit. I’ll expect updates.”
“You’ll get them.”