that Lexi ended up going home with Scott last night. Apparently, they are fuck buddies. Nice. Holly thought that bit of information would have been good to know before her date last night, but at least she didn’t have to feel guilty anymore for lusting after Jack. She’s gotta give the girl some credit though – she goes for what she wants and what she wants is sex, pure and simple.
Holly put her phone away for the night and snuggled in the covers, bringing out her book again. A few pages in, she became distracted. Once in awhile, she just felt lonely and wanted a man beside her. For the most part she was happy and content with her newly single life, but that didn’t change the fact that she was a warm-blooded woman who craved a naked body next to her now and then. For now, she’d just have to settle for Mr. Flipper.
***
The next few weeks brought some good and not-so-good news.
Starting with the good, Holly was offered a permanent position with the accounting firm. The lady she was filling in for decided to stay home and try her hand at full-time motherhood. It was quite a relief to not have to worry about finding another job, since she had been looking around recently, and not having much luck. It wasn’t her dream job, but it was a job for however long she wanted it.
The not-so-good (actually, shitty) news, besides not seeing Jack around lately, was what she learned at Julie’s and Trey’s wedding shower. It had been fun to see some of her (their) old friends again, but it was also uncomfortable. They asked so many questions:
“So…what happened between the two of you anyway? I heard you freaked out and took off.”
“Did you meet someone else?”
“I can’t believe you left him – he was loaded! You would have been set for life.”
“I heard you were a lesbian and just couldn’t live the lie anymore.”
And so on and so on…
Once she set everyone straight: “no, I am not gay”, “no, I am not afraid of commitment”, “no, I didn’t meet another man”, she found out that Brian will definitely be at the wedding and he will be bringing his pretty, new girlfriend (who just happened to be a successful attorney).
Holly’s first thought: What. The. Fuck.
Holly second thought: What. The. Fuck. Also, where was she going to find someone to be her date to a fricking wedding at this short of notice?
***
Can I get you anything to drink, Holly?” Jack asked.
They were sitting at a table, along with another couple she had never met before. Here they were, at the Marquis – some fancy, schmancy ballroom, for Julie and Trey’s wedding reception and there wasn’t even an open bar. Holly couldn’t believe that she forgot her money at home when she squeezed everything (apparently not her cash) into a teeny purse for tonight. Fortunately, Jack was too much of a gentleman to allow her to pay anyway.
“A glass of red wine would be great. Merlot if they have it.”
“You got it.”
Holly watched Jack walk up to the bar, enjoying the view. He looked just as fine going as he did coming. She couldn’t decide if she should kiss Olivia or strangle her the next time she seen her…
Jack returned with her wine and as he was placing it down in front of her, he whispered into her ear, “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
Okay, she was leaning more towards kissing her.
***
Flashback a couple weeks prior when Holly and Olivia had their fun girl’s day out:
“I think you should invite my brother to be your date for the wedding.” Olivia said.
They were sitting in the café that Olivia had raved about the first day she met Holly. They had already gone out to lunch, did some shopping, and ended up there when they needed something sweet to top it off. They polished off a couple chocolate croissants and were now sipping cinnamon cappuccinos. Olivia was right – she definitely knew her pastries. This place was utopia.
Olivia was the type of person that could draw you in
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