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The single male partners in his office do seem to act like a bunch of frat boys during office after-hours, and many of these men are on the board and have a vote on who gets promoted to junior partner.
So, I agreed to his terms.
“Thank you again for booking the beach house for me. I know this is going to be good for my writing, and hopefully, I will come back with a completed manuscript for you to read.”
She drops the last folded summer dress into my luggage and then looks up at me.
“Don’t forget to have a little fun too, okay? The best gift you could give me is to let loose a little and enjoy yourself. What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico. Daniel isn’t the only one allowed to dip his toe into another ocean. You’re free to have a fling too. And who knows, maybe you'll find a man out there to give you orgasms again,” she winks.
"Sheridan, I told you… it's not his fault—it's me," I remind her.
"Are you totally sure about that? What better time to find out than right now? He's practically giving you permission to see if someone else can do it better in the bedroom. Why not give someone else a chance so that you know for sure?"
She's the only person, besides Daniel and the therapist that I had back in Oklahoma, who knows that my orgasms come by way of the energizer bunny.
Before the incident, Daniel and I had a great sex life, but we had only been together for two months before disaster hit. That's how I know that none of this is Daniel's fault. I know he feels emasculated sometimes but what can I do about it? I have no control over it.
“A fling sounds more like another distraction away from writing. I think I’m going to keep my attention on getting this book written and the manuscript to the editor,” I tell her.
With my book due in two weeks, surely the book takes precedence over having a dirty one-night stand in Mexico with some random guy who’s probably on vacation looking for drunk, sloppy sex that will only leave me unsatisfied anyway.
“Well, you look about packed to me? Are you sure you don’t want a ride to the airport tomorrow afternoon? I’m happy to take you in,” Sheridan says, surveying the three bags I have perched on my bed.
A large suitcase, a carry-on, and my laptop bag.
“Thanks, but there’s no reason for you to leave your daughter's volleyball tournament just to take me to the airport. I already scheduled my rideshare to pick me up. Kate needs her mom cheering her on.”
Sheridan gives a slight grimace. “Those bleachers are the worst and this is the biggest tournament of the year. Two days long and ten hours each day. The things we do for our kids.”
My phone starts to ring and I grab it quickly, hoping to see Daniel’s name on it since I haven’t spoken to him in a week.
When I see my mom’s name illuminated on my phone, I’m a little disappointed but she knows how nervous I am about this trip and she’s probably calling in to check on me.
“Speaking of, it’s my mom.”
“You should get that. I need to get home and take a long bath in preparation for tomorrow,” she says.
“I’ll call you when I get to the rental house,” I tell her and then swipe to answer the call, pulling my phone up to my ear.
Sheridan nods and then gives a little wave as she turns to exit my bedroom.
“Hey mom,” I answer.
“Hi sweetie. How are you? Are you all packed for your trip?” she asks.
I told her about the trip that Sheridan booked for me and she thought that a little time out of Seattle might be just what I need.
“Yep, I just finished. Sheridan was here helping me pack. What are you up to?” I ask, imagining her sitting in the den back in my childhood home, curled up with a book while my father watches the news.
“Your dad and I are sitting in the den…” Just as I suspected. “And we’re watching the storm on your dad’s tablet. Did you know that there is a storm warning for off the coastline of where you’re headed?”
The moment I hear the words “storm warning,” my hands instantly clam up, and my heart begins to thump harder against my chest.
I know that this time of the year is hurricane season for that part of Mexico, but when I checked a few days ago, the storm was supposed to stay out to sea and wasn’t projected to come anywhere close.
“Storm warning? I thought this one wasn’t supposed to touch land,” I ask, my voice just a little shakier than I want my mother to hear.
I made a promise to myself that I would use this time apart from Daniel to become a braver person. Going to Mexico by myself is one of the adventures and is listed as number one on my Excel spreadsheet.
