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wave, then gets into her vehicle and drives off. I answer my phone."Hi!"
"Hey, Turtle! How are you?"
"I'm good, just got off work. How was the shop today?" I ask.
"It was pretty busy today. A lot of paint jobs and bodywork," he replies.
Luke tells me about the Cadillac and how excited he is to be rebuilding the engine for it. He rambles on like a little kid explaining a story, and it is super cute. I've only spoken to him on the phone a handful of times, but I love to listen to him talk. His voice is so deep and unbelievably sexy over the phone. I wish we could talk for the rest of the day.
"What's up tonight?" he asks.
"I am going to dinner with one of my bosses to discuss details about a huge project I recently landed. Since I will be working from home, well my dad's for a while, I need to make sure my entire team is on the same page before I leave," I answer.
"Wow, that's amazing! You're amazing," he states.
Whenever he says this kind of stuff to me, I get all full of butterflies. I want to see him right now and rest my head against his chest. I wonder if he's shirtless with his hat backward. I swear whenever he looks like that, I instantly want to drop my panties.
"I, uh, um... kind of miss you," he mutters. "I know it's stupid since you have only been gone for around eight hours or so."
I smile big, all by myself in my car on the way to the mall.
"No, it's not stupid. I feel the same way. I…"
I hear a beep and see that Ris is calling from the other line.
"Um... Ris is beeping in. She is waiting for me at the mall," I announce.
"Okay, I am home now and need to hop in the shower anyway. I will text you later. Have a good time tonight!" He says.
"Thank you, I'll try!" I reply.
"Talk to you later, Turtle!"
"Bye," I sigh.
"Bye."
Our call ends, and I switch over to Ris.
"Hey!" I answer.
"Where are you, bitch?" Ris shouts.
"I'm pulling in now. I was talking to Luke when you called," I say.
"Well, hurry the fuck up!" she demands.
I park a few spots from Ris's car. She walks over to where I am and asks what Luke and I talked about then cuts me off mid-sentence, demanding I tell her about our sex and his horse cock. I chuckle and begin to tell her about the sex we had this morning and how it all started with me standing completely naked in front of the mirror in the bathroom. I tell Ris all the juicy details as we walk across the parking lot to the mall. Of course, she loves hearing every bit of it. Dirty whore!
She trips over the curb and almost face plants into a bench near the mall entrance. We both shriek with laughter as I recall a similar incident happening at the cabin not too long ago, but sex was the culprit then. We try to talk in code language, so other passersby don't get weirded out by our inappropriate sexual monologue. Although, we usually get strange looks when we are in public regardless.
Chapter Fifty-One
We end up in the tenth store, looking at dresses that have prices tags the size of our rent, but Ris can afford it. I found my dress for tomorrow night's dinner party back at Macy's, which is way more my price range after I had my eyebrows waxed. The dress is a little out of my comfort zone, but Ris suggested that I need a dress to dine and dance in. Ris has an incredible fashion sense, and she knows how to stay on-trend. I'm sure she was hinting at going to the club after dinner tomorrow night. It feels great to be back and hanging out with my best friend.
I run my hands through racks of clothing while fantasizing about my next sexual encounter with Luke. We've had some pretty crazy sex already and surprisingly, not in the usual places, like a bed. Once in a bed out of four times so far, the rest have not been normal places to have sex.
My phone rings, and I snap from my thoughts and fantasies of Luke. It's Brady. Shit, it's after six.
"Hello."
"Where are you? I'm at your apartment," Brady huffs.
"I'm at the mall with Ris. I will meet you. What restaurant do you want to have dinner at?" I ask.
"I'll wait for you. Get here now," he replies tactlessly before hanging up.
Ugh, the nerve of him sometimes. He drives me insane. I yell to Ris as she is trying on countless dresses, that I must go back to our apartment to meet Brady. She scowls and says, bye. I tell her to grab the hoochiest one as she will look fabulous in whichever she decides. She agrees with me in her bitchy way, then I scramble off to my car.
I OPEN THE DOOR TO Brady's BMW and sit down on the light tan leather seats. He's talking on his phone to one of his many booty calls, I'm sure. I buckle my seat belt as he takes off into traffic. I place the folders on my lap and look around his flawlessly clean car. This car is gorgeous, and the seats are amazingly comfortable. The metallic wood trim accents make the interior pop. It has a keyless push to start ignition, which I find neat on newer vehicles yet a tad confusing at the same time. There is a panoramic moon roof with a two-piece glass panel overhead. A genuinely nice car, to be honest. I am sure Brady doesn't appreciate it and is already looking for the latest luxury vehicle to blow his money on, then show off to everyone.
He continues talking on his phone while glancing at me periodically. We have passed quite a few restaurants that I thought we would have stopped at. I wonder where he