Isha: I know for a fact you did not leave last night because of a “headache”. You were missing your hairband and your lipstick was gone from your mouth.
Come over in an hour and I’ll tell you the truth.
Isha: Deal, I’m bringing donuts.
I love you!
Dawson: Hey, I hope you had fun last night. I need you to input the info I’m sending you sometime today. It’s got to be done before tomorrow. Sorry, our two-four-man team came back early, and I just found out. Okay, I neglected to look at my emails, but that’s just between you and me.
I chuckled. Ever since the twins were born, Dawson’s been a little distracted. Most likely sleep-deprived, even if there were five of them.
Hey, I’ll get that done as soon as possible. I did have fun last night. Stealing your wife today, or at least for a couple of hours.
Dawson: That’s actually perfect. The guys and I want to make her a special dinner tonight. Don’t want her to feel like she’s just a mom, you know?
You and the guys are awesome. She’s lucky to have you four.
Dawson: Nah, we’re the lucky ones. She has a lot of testosterone to put up with, not to mention a mini one too. Thanks Shay, for accepting her.
She made it easy.
I hopped out of bed and took a shower. I was surprised I was hungry, so after getting dressed I saw I had thirty minutes before the girls got here. I made some bacon and scrambled eggs and a stack of toast from my homemade sourdough bread. As a hobby, I baked and made homemade jams. Although I’m a math wiz, and I am the CFO at Becks Security, my secret dream was to open my own small café. Just selling muffins, bagels, donuts, jams, brownies, little bundt cakes and sandwiches. Nothing too complicated, just stuff like subs, and chicken salad and egg sandwiches. And coffees, teas, and smoothies. It sounded so relaxing to me. Nothing complicated. Just making people happy with my goodies. But, that was a dream and I needed to stay in reality.
Working for Becks Security was safe. It gave me a great paycheck. But the problem is, I work too fast. I started out going to the office every day in the beginning to get acclimated to the system and see what I needed to do to keep everything organized. What would take normal people all day to do when working with two branches, it only took me three hours. Payroll was super easy for both the Vegas branch and the Denver branch, and the quarterly taxes were a piece of cake. It got to the point that, for the rest of the day, I helped the guy’s secretaries with their jobs, and they got done so early they were going home.
I suggested to Dawson that I get a laptop and just work from home and only come in for meetings. He agreed. This gave me a lot of time to try new food concoctions.
“Hola Shay!” I heard Ava yell.
“In the kitchen,” I called back.
“Isha and Savvy just pulled up. I got drinks for everyone and strawberry smoothies for Willow and Axel,” she said, walking
“I made breakfast, and you have to try the new boysenberry jam I made.”
“Oooh, I’m down. This baby wants everything.”
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I chuckled.
Isha, Savvy and her kids walked in.
“Where are the twins?” I asked.
“At my mom’s and Uncle Marks. They’re taking them to the zoo today.”
“Oh,” I said, a little bummed. “I miss them.”
“I’ll bring them over sometime this week. Breakfast looks great, is that a new jam?”
“Yeah, you have to try it. Let me know what you think.”
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The kids took their smoothies outside to play in the sandbox out back. We got down to eating. The girls moaned as they tried the jam and had me smiling from ear to ear.
“Oh, Shay, this is to die for!” Savvy said.
“So good,” Ava and Isha said at the same time. I beamed, happy with their reactions.
“You should sell some of your jam and whatever else at the farmers’ market next Saturday,” Savvy said.
“Really, you think so?”
She nodded, taking another spoonful and spreading it on her toast.
“Okay, now that we’ve praised your jam, spill the tea on what happened at the club,” Isha said.
“Wait, I thought you left because of a headache?” Ava asked.
“You did say you had something to confess.”
“I had a quickie at the club in a dark corner,” I spit out. Ava and Savvy’s mouths dropped open.
“I knew it! Your hair was all messed up, and you had no lipstick on when you came to the table. Not to mention, James said he couldn’t find you when Ava came back to the table. We just thought you were getting a drink and the bar.”
“I was getting a drink at the bar, but then this decent-looking guy came up and offered to buy me a drink. I had turned my back on him to look for James and when I turned back around he was holding my drink and handing it to me. Another guy bumped into me, causing me to drop my drink. He spun me away from the guy and informed me that the guy at the bar drugged my drink. I was already tipsy, and he was so f*cking hot. I just went for it. I kissed him, took him to the hallway, and we just went at it. I pushed him against the wall, and then he reversed our positions, went down on me, blew my mind and then, after showing me a condom and making sure I wanted him, he sheathed himself and plunged into me. It was everything. It was so d*mn good. I came hard. When he was done, he turned to find a trash can for the condom
and I ran.”
“Who is he?” Ava asked.
“I don’t know. We didn’t exchange names. But it was exactly what I needed.”
“Well, we accomplished our goal then,” Savvy said, smiling.
Isha nodded. “It’s exactly why we went to the club. You dusted your cobwebs off, now you can go on an actual date.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe I should try one of those dating apps.”
“Yes! Here hand me your phone,” Isha said. I gave her my phone.
“Give me a pretty smile.”
“Seriously?” I said with a raised eyebrow. She snapped a picture. I laughed, she snapped another.
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“You’re so beautiful Shay and you are extremely photogenic,” she said, turning my phone. The photos were actually pretty good. The sun rays from the window were streaming through and caught my hair, turning it golden, instead of the honey strands they usually are.
“What’s your preference for a partner?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Someone that’s fun, likes to do outdoor stuff. Will be a willing taste tester. Must be 5’10 or taller since I’m
5’9, and between 30 and 45.”
“That’s pretty easy. You’re about to be bombarded with swipes,” Isha said, laughing. “There you’re all set up.”
No sooner than she said that, my phone started blowing up with notifications. Her eyes widened, she hadn’t even handed
me my phone yet. All of us gathered around her to look over her shoulder as we looked at my phone.
“Wait, let’s cast this to the big tv,” Isha said.
Savvy checked on the kids. She said Willow was relaxing on a lounge chair and Axel was passed out on the grass, his
hands behind his head and his ankles crossed. She ran out and took a picture before coming back in and sitting down.
“Here we go, first candidate. This is Bob Borack. He is 43, a dentist and 5’10. Says here he is part of the Dentist on
Wheels Motorcycle Club. They are a weekend club. He likes to hike, which I doubt because his skin is pasty white, and
he’s a little pudgy, but you never know.”
“Pass, I have a feeling he’ll be checking out my teeth a lot, it’ll make me feel self-conscious.”
“Okay, next we have Mike Echline. He is 36, a mechanic, and owns his own shop called Mike’s Customs. He’s 6 ‘0 even. He likes to hike, swim, Rollerblade, and he’s gone skydiving three times. He’s also a gym rat. D*mn look at his muscles,
there isn’t an ounce of fat on him,” Isha said.
“There’s no way he’d like to taste test for me,” I said. “Pass.”
“Here’s a good prospect. He’s a chef named Charles Drench. 6’1 and 32. He likes to bike ride on the weekends, he likes to go kayaking and fishing. He’s cute in the boy next door kind of way.”
“He sounds promising,” Ava said.
“I think so too. Wouldn’t hurt to swipe right on this one,” Savvy said.
“Okay, swipe right,” I said.
For the next hour, we swiped right on a 34-year-old firefighter that liked to rock climb and skydive. I also liked to rock climb and skydive. I’ve gone skydiving a dozen times in my life. We also swiped right on a 40-year-old pediatrician. He plays hockey in a friendly league and likes to play tennis and fish. I loved fishing. The last guy was a 32-year-old security specialist. He was really cute, with auburn hair and hazel eyes. He had a swimmer’s build, with thick thighs, slim waist, broad chest and strong arms. Some of his pictures showed him in black security gear. I might have drooled a little. He liked to bike ride, go to the shooting range, and he raced motorcycles. That seemed really hot. I had a vision of him on one of the crotch rockets racing and then taking his helmet off. Yep. He was hot.
“Now we just wait and see if any of them contact you.”
“I guess so. It’s kind of scary to put myself out there.”
“You’re hot, intelligent, kind and fun. I have a good feeling you’re due for some good karma,” Isha said.
“From your lips to God’s ears,” I said with a wink.
