"It's fine," I grumbled back, knowing I couldn't stay mad at her even if I tried.

Nikki had been surprisingly quiet for too long, which I knew from experience was never a good thing. Her intense hazel eyes were locked on me through the rear-view mirror. "You wouldn't do a porn star?"

"The jealousy would eat me alive," I said with a sigh. "I don't want to set myself up for heartache being with someone who was with other girls on the side, Nik. No offense, Zo." I finished knowing that even though Zoey's situation was different, her job had still cost her a pretty good relationship, but we all knew now that a pretty good relationship wasn't a great relationship.

"So, what you're trying to say is that you wouldn't let him fertilize your flower?" Nikki snorted.

Zoey made a stupid noise that sounded like a cough and a choke. "You wouldn't let him hide his salami?"

"Pump gas into your tank?"

"Hibernate in your cave?"

"Catch a ride on the Kitty Kat Express?"

"Tenderize your meat?"

I groaned between laughs. "And I wonder why none of us have steady relationships."

Chapter 13

I tugged at the bottom of my dress for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes, earning a scowl from Josh.

"Quit fidgeting with your hem!" he hissed before tossing back a shot of whatever the bartender had supplied him with. Josh used his thumb to wipe at the corner of his lips. "You look great, Kat, so quit that shit."

"I don't mind showing off some leg, but I don't want everyone to see my ass," I tried to explain to him.

I wasn't shy with my body for the most part. I'd inherited my dad, Frank's, excellent metabolism later in life, exercised regularly, and ate pretty well. Obviously, I was no size zero like Zoey, but I was content and comfortable with my size four. Well, usually more like a five or a six depending on how often I was going to the gym.

Josh cocked an eyebrow at me, shifting on the stool he was occupying at the bar as he raked his dark blue eyes up and down my frame. I'd feel uncomfortable if any another man looked at me like he would some prized sports car, but this was Josh. Josh who I had caught wearing my underwear multiple times when we were roommates in college. Josh who liked DP and I wasn't talking about Dr. Pepper or double penetration in the form of vag and ass.

Zoey and I were more excited about giving him Officer Spanky, as we'd started calling him, than we were about his birthday party. Unfortunately, the birthday boy and I were the first ones at Breeze. Zoey was coming with some friend named Eva as well as bringing along Ryan, her brother. Nicole was going to pick up Calum. That idea made me laugh a little because it was typical Nikki behavior. She always picked up the guy on their first date. I think she was trying to send a message of dominance, but who really knows. I was surprised she managed to wait more than an entire week to meet up with Calum instead of caving in and meeting him up for some "P and V time," as she deemed it.

It had already been seven days since the porn convention. Time went by so fast it felt like only a couple of days instead. Now that school was out of session, I was busy working on my newest book and hitting up the gym with Zoey for hours. Unfortunately, the stud muffin I'd created for my newest novel shared pretty much every trait with Tristan King. Go fucking figure. The one person I tried not to think about was also the one person I couldn't stop thinking of. I didn't go as far as to name him Tristan too, but I settled for Christian the moment I came across the name randomly one night.

"I like your dress," Josh said, running a manicured finger down the strap of my polka dot black dress. It had tiny spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline, reached me at a respectable knee-length, but the best part of it was that I found it on sale.