“So how big is he?” Molly stares at me with a look of eager curiosity splashing across her facial features.

“Big,” I say and bite my lip with a grin.

“You are the queen of suspension,” she teases as she lightly hits my arm. “Come on, dish the details, sister.”

“Okay fine,” I say and cross my legs.

We’re sitting on the balcony of my apartment overlooking the park, enjoying a nighttime glass of Riesling. I take a hefty swig and gulp it down before answering.

“I know precisely how big he is to the utmost accuracy,” I say proudly.

“Oh yeah? How?” Molly grins.

“Because I measured it!” I exclaim and giggle as the alcohol tickles through my veins.

“You did not.” Molly laughs and playfully swats at my arm again.

“I’m not joking!” I shriek as a siren wails in the distance.

“Wow, so how big then?” She bounces up and down on the barista seats I have on my balcony.

I got them at Pottery Barn a million years ago, but they are so cute and old I don’t have the heart to throw them out and buy new ones. Besides, can’t I consider them to be vintage pieces if I’ve had them since the beginning of time?

“Brace yourself,” I say and reach over to squeeze her hand.

“Okay,” she says and nearly drools with anticipation.

“Tweve. Fucking. Inches.” I squeal again, and she mimics me as we yell together like little school girls who have a crush on a cute boy.

“That’s fucking impressive,” she says, and we clink our wine glasses together.

“He fills me up, for sure,” I admit, and shivers of pleasure run down my spine at the memory of last night.

“I can’t believe you fucked him,” Molly says with a shake of her head. “Don’t you hate that prick?”

I laugh. “Maybe not anymore…” I trail off and look down at the trees swaying in the gentle breeze.

I chew on my thumbnail. I know I’m doing a complete 180 when it comes to the way I feel about Zane.

“It seriously is the best sex I’ve ever had,” I mention, trying to make my point.

“So orgasms over morals now, right?” she says, but I know she’s only lightly teasing me.

“He has me under some sort of fucking spell or something.” I shake my head, trying to make sense of it.

“Once again, those are called orgasms,” she jokes.

“You’re probably right.” I take another larger sip of my drink. “He is fucking perfection. I mean, I have no idea how he even knew some of those moves. He seriously has his shit together in the bedroom.”

“Maybe he’s a porn star on the side,” Molly says, and we both laugh hysterically.

“I wouldn’t be surprised, because he’s fucking amazing,” I say dreamily and look up at the sky. The sun is gone now, but there’s still a soft orange-pink glow to the sky from its remnants.

“So are you going to date him?” Molly asks.

I scoff. “Are you kidding? Of course not. No. Absolutely not.” I shake my head.

Molly laughs. “Are you trying to convince yourself of that more than me?”

“Well, I need him,” I say, all joking aside.

“For what?” she asks and furrows her brow.

“He’s the best manufacturer out there. I can’t start over with someone new. I just don’t have the patience to reteach the steps to someone new.”

“That’s understandable.” Molly nods with agreement.

“Not to mention I really can’t lose him as a business partner. We work together nicely.”

“In and out of the bedroom,” Molly jokes.

“The sex is hot, and I want to do it again, I’ll admit it.” I raise my arms defensively as we continue to joke about the way he seemingly swept me off my feet.

“Are you going to call him?”

“I don’t know.” I ponder Molly’s question. “I want to, but I know I probably shouldn’t.”

“Just wait for him,” she says with purpose.

“I have that new line of lingerie coming out soon,” I remember.

“Oh yeah, that’s coming up close,” she says. “Are you still going to give me a shitload of free stuff?”

I laugh. “I plan to, as soon as the first initial shipments go out.”

“Awesome,” Molly says and leans in to give me a high five.

“I know I’ll have to see him again soon because we’ll be working closely on the line together,” I say.

“You’ll want to jump into his pants the first time you see him,” she says with a chuckle.

“He’s so hot…” I trail off, just thinking about how wet, steamy, and sexy we are together. He’s intoxicating, and I fear I might become an addict —a total junkie hooked on his fucking skills.

“He is really hot,” she agrees. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt,” I say a little too brashly. “I have my head on straight.”

“Just be careful,” Molly says and stands up as she downs the remainder of the wine in her glass.

“Are you heading out?” I ask, feeling slightly disappointed. I don’t want our sassy girl talk to end.

She yawns, stretches, and looks at the watch on her wrist. “I don’t want to, but I have an early morning tomorrow. I’m supposed to start boot camp.”

She winces, and I give her a sour look.

“Do you want to come with me?” She grins with a hopeful look.

I laugh. “Fuck no. I’m terrible when it comes to the motivation for boot camp.”

“I just wish it didn’t have to start so fucking early,” she agrees.

“You mean before the fucking break of dawn?” I joke.

“Exactly!” Molly shouts. “I mean, if there are any fucking chickens in the city, I’m sure the ladies of boot camp wake up before them.”

I walk Molly to the door and say goodbye. As I shut it behind me, I lean up against the wall and sigh dramatically, still unable to shake Zane from my mind.

I reflect on our night together. I still picture our sweaty naked bodies intertwining in passion and heat. The electrical current of desire and lust still surges through me, even more than twenty-four hours later.

I’m fucking hooked on him, and I know I want his baby now. He has the perfect genes. He’s smart, sexy, and charming.

I just have to figure out the best way to approach the subject with him, and I know that part won’t come fucking easy.

Because one thing is for damn sure. I may enjoy fucking Zane, but the only way I can be totally on board with my plan and know he is too is we establish some ground rules.

First and foremost, this is just pure fucking, plain and simple.

Should be too hard to stick to that one considering that I know he’s a total ass, even if he is sexy and charming.

Yeah, I’ve got this. We fuck, he gives me his baby batter, and the deal’s done.

Right?

Right.