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"So how are you feeling today?" he asks, his tone slightly amused.
"'How am I feeling today? Is that a loaded question?’"
"Well, you kind of had an interesting night."
"You know what, Remington? If you are trying to discuss how I embarrassed myself by calling my assistant, then you're out of luck because I am not going to be discussing that anymore."
"You want to bang the living daylights out of her, don't you?"
"No, I do not, and as far as I'm concerned, that's the end of that discussion as well."
"Uh-huh." He chuckles. "Why don't we bet on that?"
"Actually, Remington, I have a date tonight with a woman who doesn't work for me and I need to make a reservation for dinner, so unless you have something mightily important to discuss with me right now, I've got to go."
"Oh, you have a date tonight? With who?"
"You don't know her."
"Uh-huh. Her name's not Skye, is it?"
"No. Maybe her name's Juniper."
"Juniper?" He bursts out laughing. "Oh, you think that would upset me if you wanted to date my assistant?"
"Yeah, I have a feeling it would."
"For real, dude, she probably needs to get some. She looks like she spends every Saturday night with her books, cuddled on a couch with her cats."
"She has cats?"
"I mean, I don't know, but she reminds me of a cat lady."
"What's a cat lady, Remi?"
"I don't know. Someone that's librarian-like? The truth of the matter is that maybe she has a man, I don't know. She and I have never discussed it. We don't discuss those sorts of things."
"Well, good for you." I say. "Anyway, I've got to go, okay?"
"Okay, have fun on your date tonight."
"I will." I say, hanging up on him.
I don’t actually have a date tonight, but it sounded like a good excuse. I do need to get my mind off of Skye, and there’s nothing better to get your mind off of one woman than another woman.
I think for a few moments, debating which woman I'm going to call and ask out. There's Olivia, but she loves to hear herself talk, and I have a feeling if I invite her out for dinner, she'll already be planning an engagement. Then there's Popsella. Popsella is a stage five clinger, though, and I don't need that in my life. I rack my brain and come up with Angelica; beautiful, blonde Angelica. She’s a model from Lithuania and always a good time. She isn't looking for anything serious, and that’s what I need right now.
I scroll through my contacts and press dial once I get to her name. It rings five times before she answers.
"Why, hello there. Is this the handsome Kingston Chase calling me?" she says in her Eastern European accent.
"Hey, darling, how are you?"
"I'm very good. I'm quite surprised to hear from you."
"Why is that?"
"It's been a while," she says.
