Page 3 of Seducing my Best Friend

I mean, I liked a guy that was willing to push me around a little. Not in a violent way, but I was so used to being in control, so used to having to make every fucking decision in my life from such a young age. So when it came to sex and relationships, sometimes I liked to be the submissive one.

But not if Aiden was the dominant one! It was so crazy I laughed when he told me to get ready and that he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

And it wasn’t a “haha” laugh either. It was a big “bahaha” kind of laugh. It wasn’t until he stopped texting me that I realized he was serious, and I’d been freaking out ever since.

The bottom line was that Fiona was right. I should go out and have a good time. I wasn’t doing shit anyway, and the other matches that had come through were obviously the result of me drunk Tindering, which I really needed to stop doing.

So I should let my best friend buy me dinner. Or better, I could insist we go Dutch because that’s what I normally did on first dates. Then I’d suggest we get ice cream or- I don’t know- hitchhike to Graceland because I’ve always wanted to go there. Plus, that would ensure that we were both too exhausted by the end of the date to do anything awkward.

Okay, maybe I was overthinking this.

But I was only doing it so I wouldn’t dwell on what he said about wanting to fuck me better than anyone ever had.

I couldn’t deny that his confidence was a turn on, but if he really was the best lay I ever got, well, I couldn’t think of a bigger disaster.

I mean, then I’d be at risk of losing not only my best friend, but also the best sex of my life. Surely that would lead to counseling I just couldn’t afford right now.

Or ever.

I needed to act cool. Naked vulnerability was one thing, but if I let him know his ridiculous sexts got to me, I would be in just as deep.

I pulled on my black shirt dress and gave my hair a tousle. Maybe some sexy bed head would be enough to make Aiden think we’d already been there. Too bad librarian buns and strait jackets weren’t my style.

I grabbed my favorite belt off the floor and looked in the mirror as I fastened it loosely around my waist. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I guess I wanted to see something else… or rather, someone else, someone who deserved this kind of flirtatious attention from such a handsome and eligible suitor.

Instead, I just saw a spirited young hairdresser hiding behind too much eyeliner.

And then I heard the buzzer.

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