Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

I’m shocked. This is unprecedented. “No!”
“Yes. I sidled up to him with my best Jessica Rabbit
sashay, stuck the girls in his face, and asked him if he’d like to
buy me a drink. His response? ‘Not interested.’ And he didn’t
even look at me!”
Shaking my head, I take a sip of my wine. “Well, it’s
settled. He’s gay.”
“My gaydar says he’s straight as an arrow, babe, but thanks
for that vote of support.”
“Married, then.”
“Pfft. Not a chance. He’s totally undomesticated.”
I think of the way he smelled when I crashed into him
outside the restroom, the musk of pure sexual pheromones
coming off him in waves, and decide she’s probably right.
A lion roaming the Serengeti doesn’t have a wife. He’s too
busy hunting for something to sink his fangs into.
The waiter arrives to take our order. When he leaves,
Sloane and I spend a few minutes chitchatting about nothing
of importance, until she asks me how things are going with
Chris.
“Oh. Him. Um…”
She gives me a disapproving stare. “You didn’t.”
“Before you start pointing fingers, he broke up with me.”
“I’m not sure if you realize this, but a man expects to
eventually have sex with the woman he’s dating.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. I can’t help it if my vadge closed up
shop.”
“If you don’t get a dick up in that hot pocket soon, it’s
gonna grow over. You’ll never be able to have sex again.”
That’s fine with me. My libido vanished along with my
fiancé. But I need to distract her before this conversation turns
into a therapy session.