Page 29 of Daddy to Go
I knew one person that would be happy for me, and that was Mary. My friend needed to hurry her ass up so I could tell her everything before the vacation started. She was supposed to be getting back home late tonight from her family camping trip, which meant she’d be free to talk soon. She was going to freak.
The cookie was pretty damn delicious, and I ignored the crumbs cascading down over my clothes. I took a huge bite of the thing and my cheeks puffed out as I chewed. Of course, that was the precise moment that my phone started to buzz. I grabbed it and turned on the speaker phone.
“Hero?” I said with a full mouth.
“What have I told you?” Mary sighed. “If you are going to suck dick, you shouldn’t answer the phone. And if youdoanswer the phone, fucking swallow first.”
I smiled, gulping down the cookie. “I missed you.”
Mary laughed. “I missed you too, bitch.”
“Was it torture like last year?” I asked, sitting down on the couch.
“No, not so bad,” she replied. “Mostly because I managed to sexually coerce one of the hot hippy park rangers. Every night we went frolicking naked through the land of granola and kale.”
Giggles were erupting from my stomach. “That sounds healthy.”
“Oh girl, he wasdefinitelyhealthy,” she snarked. “So, what’s up with you and the good doctor?”
I let out a deep breath. “Well, I went to the appointment and he asked me out on a date that night. So, we went to Vincent’s, ate, danced, and then went back to his place.”
“Uh-huh,” she snickered, breaking out into song. “Booty time. Yeah, it’s booty time.”
My cheeks were burning. “I stayed the night. And then, he invited me to go away with him this weekend to Breaker Villa.”
“Whaaaat?” she squealed. “See? I told you to go to that appointment. I am a genius. If you get married, I am the maid of honor and I get my pick of the doctor groomsmen.”
“Slow down,” I laughed. “It’s a weekend away, not a proposal. Besides, you were the first one to tell me to be careful.”
“First?” she questioned. “Who else did you tell?”
“Melody,” I said, scrunching my forehead.
“Oh, good grief,” she groaned. “What did that little evil bitch say?”
I rolled my eyes. “Basically, that Ryder’s playing me and I am stupid for ever getting involved. But she didn’t tell my mother.”
Mary chuckled. “Good old Belinda. She would do anything to keep you from going out with him. But you’re an adult now so it’s your choice. And I, for one, am all about this little tryst. Even if it isn’t forever, it’s good for you. It’s freeing.”
“Freeing for everyone else, anxiety for me,” I replied. “What if he wants me to put a bathing suit on?”
“Then you break out that bikini and flaunt those curves,” she replied. “He’s seen you nude on a table at the office already. I’m sure a bathing suit won’t shock and appall him.”
“I don’t own a bikini.” My head was starting to hurt.
Mary giggled loudly. “Oh yeah, that’s me. Sorry.”
Shaking my head, I turned and put my feet up.
“I guess you’re right. Ryder finds me sexy naked and clothed. I should feel free to be who I am around him. I guess I still have a nervous tendency since its all new to me. And because he has muscles for days and not an ounce of excess fat on his body.”
“Good, he’ll need you to keep him warm in the winter,” she cracked. “And you need to shut up with all this body dysmorphia shit. You are sexy as hell with those thighs and that big booty. Thick is in girl. Thick. Is. In.”
I smiled and leaned my head against the arm of the couch. “I missed you. You can’t leave me alone again.”
“YOU? I was the one stuck singing songs by a fire trying to ignore my uncle’s incessant need to wear socks with sandals and bathe in insect repellent,” she scoffed. “I seriously contemplated tossing him in the bonfire and seeing just how flammable he is.”
“You really need to stop going to these things,” I replied, rubbing my forehead. “You are becoming homicidal. It used to be suicidal.”