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copy down the number, or just let it wash away?
    Don’t be fucking stupid, Mandy. She went into the bedroom and carefully wrote the number on the notepad in her bedside drawer. Only an idiot would get rid of Blake Hawley’s phone number. Even if she decided not to use it, she’d keep it. Just in case.
    Getting into the shower, she turned her face up into the searingly hot stream of water and let the pounding jets soothe away her headache. She needed to be in reasonably good form when she met Karen for a late lunch. Their weekend lunches were always late, because Daniel liked to lie in and play in the mornings.
    Mandy reached for the shampoo. It had been a long time since she’d had a boyfriend to play with on a Saturday morning. What would Blake be like in bed? Would he be intense or playful? Or maybe a combination of both? Massaging the shampoo into her scalp, she closed her eyes and imagined Blake there with her. His big, talented hands in her hair while he crowded her into the wall with the solid muscle of his body. His dick, hard against her, leaking pre-cum…
    She stuck her head back under the water. Maybe she would call him. After all, how many times did a girl get the chance to have sex with a rock star?

    * * * *

    “Right.” Karen dropped her purse on the table and plonked herself into the chair opposite Mandy. “I couldn’t ask last night in the car because Daniel was there. But now I have you all to myself, so spill. What did you and Blake talk about?” She tucked her purse neatly under the table and turned her gimlet eye on Mandy.
    “Well”—Mandy took a sip from her water glass. She was trying to re-hydrate—“if I remember right, and there’s some doubt there, I did most of the talking. It was pretty much all variations on how hot he is and how I want to do him.”
    Karen sat back. “Okay,” she said slowly, “I expected you to come on to him, but that’s probably more direct than I thought. That’s okay, though,” she rallied.
    “I’m not sure.” Mandy paused when the waitress arrived, and they ordered. “So,” she picked up, “I basically said, let’s go have sex—to paraphrase—and he said no.”
    Karen sputtered on her water. “What?”
    “He said no. Then he said if I still wanted to when I sobered up, to call him, and he gave me his number.”
    A grin split Karen’s face, and Mandy felt her own mouth stretching to mirror it. “Holy crap,” her best friend said. “Blake Hawley gave you his phone number!”
    Mandy glanced around quickly, but nobody appeared to be paying attention to them. “I know.” She bounced in her seat, just a tiny bounce, but she couldn’t hold it in. “But, it’s pretty much just for a booty call.”
    “So?” Karen flipped her hair back—she’d started wearing it loose more often now, and was still getting used to it. “Remember what you said when I picked up Daniel in the bar? You were thrilled for me. As I recall, you thought that a quick bout of fucking in the alley behind the bar with a stranger was exactly what I needed.”
    Mandy smirked. “And I was right, wasn’t I? Now you’re gloriously happy and probably having hot dirty sex every night.”
    “Morning, noon and,” Karen agreed, her own smirk completely satisfied. “My point is, you have this opportunity to get it on with a totally hot guy who not only has a reputation with women, but who’s also a rock star. Um, hello, how often do opportunities like this come up?”
    It was so close to what she’d been thinking, she hesitated. “You would never have done it,” she pointed out.
    “No.” Karen nodded. “But I also would never have gone up to him last night and propositioned him. When Daniel and I hooked up, he made all the moves. I’ve always envied you your confidence.”
    The waitress brought their food, and they spent a few minutes organising themselves. “What you’re saying”—Mandy pushed lettuce around on her plate, looking for the bacon. Caesar salad, my