“If I’m wrong, I pretend to be your date at one of your
stupid company parties.”
She rolled her eyes: social media expert by day,
hopelessly single by night.
“If I’m right,” he continued, “you run Camelback
Mountain with me.”
She sighed. “Deal.”
“I really hate you sometimes,” Eddie muttered.
Cam put his arm around his friend’s shoulders.
“Everyone does.”
“No, man, seriously, you get to be around all these
young, pretty dicks and fuck at will. Meanwhile, I’m
surrounded by old ladies all day, not to mention that when
I do meet someone who actually wants to fuck me, I have
to have the ‘Hey, by the way, I have a fatal disease’
conversation.”
“We all have our secrets, Eddie,” Cam said.
“Yeah, but yours is a closet full of whips and shackles.”
“Don’t forget the nipple clamps,” Rose said after a gulp
of cheap coffee.
Cam pointed at her and then turned to Eddie. “Your
problem is monogamy. You want to fall in love. That’s
your problem.”
“How is that a problem?” Eddie asked. “I refuse to
take dating advice from a whore.”
“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Cam said.
Rose threw her long, black hair over her shoulder and
curled up like a pretzel in her seat. “Your overconfidence
is going to make this whole thing go tits-up.”
“I’m hopin’ for ass up.”
Eddie rolled his eyes.
***
Cam held office hours for kids who needed extra help, and
who should walk in, first week of class, but Evan Fucking
Brody?