Page 38 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“It does. I think it’s time we dust off our bowling shoes, don’t you think, sweetie?” Delaney asked as she put some waffles on a plate for me.
“Don’t you three even dare.”
“Why not?” Henry asked, looking a little hurt.
“I don’t need you guys peeking over the ball shelf, staring at me, watching my every move. I already have to deal with meeting his friends. I don’t need to think about you three watching me as well.
“We’d be there to help,” Henry offered.
“Yea, much help you were last night.”
After drenching my waffles in strawberry syrup, my favorite, I cut them up in small pieces like a child and started eating them, ignoring the glare Henry was giving me. I knew he’d tried to help last night, but all he did was make matters worse once he started the dance-off with Atticus.
Oh, poor Atticus and his balls. I really hoped he was okay and I didn’t do any permanent damage.
“Are you mad at me?” Henry asked as he pulled up a stool next to me. His warm hand went straight to my thigh.
“No,” I sighed. “It’s not your fault. It was just bad luck and a need to itch the godforsaken red brick road.”
“Is it still bothering you?” Delaney asked, now sitting with us to chow down on some waffles.
“Not as bad as last night.”
“Well, that’s a good sign, you should be clearing up soon. Happened to me when I first got waxed too. Remember that, Derk?”
“Yeah, looked like a fucking ant farm grew on her crotch. Couldn’t touch her for days.”
“Thanks,” she said, as she chewed on some waffles. “Any interest from the online sight?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I forgot about it,” I admitted.
With all the action between Atticus and Lance, I completely forgot about Henry’s attempt to get me into the dating world. I hated to admit it, but I was just the tiny bit curious whether men thought I was interesting or not.
“Well, let’s see,” Delaney said while grabbing Henry’s tablet off the counter. “What was her password again?”
“Takemyflower. One word,” Henry said with a mouthful of syrupy waffle.
“Oh that’s awesome.” Derk laughed. I assumed he knew about my little chastity belt because whatever Delaney knew, Derk knew. It was some kind of couple’s code; they knew everything. It was a BOGO when handing out information, you tell one, the other is going to know. I was okay with it since Derk was a nice guy.
“Oh my God, sixty-seven responses.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, almost choking.
“Yes.”
She turned the tablet in my direction and sure enough, there were sixty-seven requests waiting for me to read. That can’t be right, can it?
“How can I even filter through those?”
“Don’t worry, I’m already on it,” she said while scrolling through the requests and deleting the ones she apparently didn’t like for me. “Bald, ugly, fat, small nose, sporadic facial hair, bald, loves Nickelback—go bury your head in a hole.” She looked up from the tablet. “No friend of mine is going to date someone who listens to Nickelback. No way in hell.”
“Agreed,” Henry said, raising his fork to the sky.
“What’s wrong with Nickelback?” Derk asked.
All three of us turned our heads and stared Derk down. Delaney took a deep breath and said, “Sweetie, I think for the sake of our relationship, you should rephrase that question.”
Derk’s eyes bounced back and forth as he looked at all three of us. Finally he said, “Uh . . . fuck Nickelback?”
