The moment I met up with my friends at the restaurant, Rose expectantly comments on my attire for the evening.
"Bella, what in the world do you have on?" I knew she would question my choice in clothing because I rarely wear skirts, but tonight it's a necessity.
I respond with the obvious. "I'm wearing a skirt."
"And, why?" she asks while raising her eyebrows.
I smile and have a look that says 'I know something you don't'. I didn't speak a word as I raise my eyebrows.
"Well, we will get it out of you eventually, even if we have to load you up on alcohol."
My smile widens in response. I haven't completely decided to tell them the plan for the evening. The night will begin with my girlfriends, but end as a fantasy date. I am so excited about the plan Edward and I came up with that I can hardly contain my excitement.
After the friendly hostess directs us to our table, the laughter and fun officially begin. We order a few appetizers to share—boneless buffalo chicken wings, mozzarella sticks, and spinach and artichoke dip. Rosalie orders our drink: a pitcher of margaritas.
While enjoying my first glass, I find the courage to share the news. "Ok. I have a confession."
"A confession? This ought to be good." Rose says, lifting her drink to her lips.
Ignoring her comment, I continue, "Well, you see, we're going to have company tonight."
"What?" Alice gasps while Rose says, "Please tell me it's not that Lauren chic."
"Calm down. First, what's wrong with Lauren? Wait. It doesn't matter. It's just Edward." I take a sip of my drink. "Ok. It's not just Edward, but Edward, Jasper and Emmett."
Both of my friends appear confused. I assume their men haven't told them. Perhaps it's a good thing I did because Rose can be a bit flirtatious.
"Listen. I told Edward I wanted this to be another one of our dates. So, he came up with the plan. Since he knew it was girls' night, he decided to call the guys. They will be meeting us at the club at a much later time. I just wanted to let you know there was a slight change in plans. It won't end as a girls' night out."
"Slight?" Alice says with a distant look in her eyes.
"Ok, it's more like a major change of plans, but still. I wanted you to know. And don't be mad at them."
Rose says, "Thanks for letting us know, but why the change in plans?"
At this point, I feel I must confess to them what Edward and I have been doing. They are my best friends, and if anyone is to know, they deserve it, especially since Alice catapulted the idea. So, I tell them. I explain how Edward and I have tried to have a child to no avail which led to my conversation with Alice.
"Alice made you do this?" Rose asks while looking from me to her.
"No, not Alice per se. Just her suggestion."
"What in the world did I suggest that would cause you to, well, to do whatever it is you are doing?"
"Do you remember us having a conversation about a fantasy date at a bar?" She nods. "Well, we did that two weeks ago."
"Did what, exactly? Please tell me you didn't join some swingers' club." Alice appears a little worried.
"What? Ewww, God no." The mental image of Edward banging another chick and me with another guy is a visual I do not want. I quickly put Alice in her place. "The one you suggested where we meet up at the hotel bar using different names. Let me tell you, it was an incredible experience followed by amazing sex."
They are shocked to hear about our weekly fantasy dates, but pleased to know of our success. They now know about the date at the hotel bar and how I had to dress as a nurse. I even tell them that our night at the club is the beginnings of a fantasy date of mine.
"Do I even want to know what your fantasy is?" Alice asks.
"You may not, but I certainly do. So, tell us, Bella. What is your fantasy going to be tonight?" Rosalie is the more adventurous one when it comes to sex.
As much as I want to spill it, I worry they might make an overly big deal about it when the sex
part of the night actually happens. I teeter on telling them or not with a few verbal "Uhms," and "Mmms."
"Just spill it, already," Rosalie grins with desire of knowing.
"Actually, I think I will wait until after it happens. I don't want to ruin the moment of the fantasy. I am sure if you watch closely, you will figure it out."
And with that we finish our meal and drive on over to Edge of Desire.
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Sentence teaser for next chapter: "You look ravishing tonight—the outfit, especially the skirt, the way your body moves, and those heels. Man, you are one sexy lady."
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