John and I had our issues, and I think deep down I figured getting married would help us work through those. Obviously, that was an extremely warped way of thinking. A completely terrible idea of a solution to a problem that may or may not have been resolved had John not cheated on me. I'll never know if John and I could have lasted in the end, but I have a deep, sinking feeling in my gut that's telling me that I was saved from making a huge mistake.
I get the balls to let Trent read the penis thank-you note and it's quite obvious he only finds it entertaining. As Trent continues to shake his head and laugh at my absurdness, Amy gives me a look that says, "Don't let this one go."
I think she might be right. Trent Hamilton seems like a keeper.
"Another shot, ladies?" Trent grins at us and slides two shot glasses of tequila our way.
"Hell yes!" Amy and I both yell out simultaneously.
"If we're doing tequila, we have do it right!" I whoop towards them. Trent looks at me questioningly and Amy just smiles big.
"Uh oh, Trent. You're in trouble, because my college Elle is back." Amy chuckles to herself and then downs her tequila shot, finishing it off with a lime wedge.
"All right, Dr. Hamilton. You're going take this shot with me, Elle style." I attempt to give him a seductive smile, but I'm sure the alcohol is making me look like an idiot.
Oh well. He seems to be enjoying my little display of confidence. I shake the salt on my hand, place the shot glass on the bar, and put the lime in my mouth. Trent's eyes go wide for a second before he eventually gives me a wicked smirk. He is not so secretly digging this setup. I lift my hand to Trent's mouth, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly licks the salt off. The feel of his tongue on my skin makes me imagine all types of very dirty and extremely pleasurable scenarios, all of which end with my legs in the air and Trent giving my vagina some delicious face time.
Trent downs the shot in one fluid motion while keeping our eyes locked. He leans in and softly presses his lips against mine to retrieve the lime that's securely held between my teeth. I swear he keeps his lips pressed to mine for a good thirty seconds before pulling away with a grin that shows off his pearly whites and prized lime wedge. I look over to see Amy fanning herself with her hand.
"If you guys get your fuck on tonight, can I at least watch?"
"Amy! Filter please!" I swear she is going to be the death of me. Lucky for me, Trent seems to find her ability to never hold anything back delightful.
I'm watching Trent as he engages Amy in conversation about a specific patient he had to perform surgery on the other day. Jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes, two-day-old scruff that only he could make look good. God, this man is devastatingly sexy. He is so ruggedly handsome and he exudes so much testosterone that I feel like my panties are going to fall right off. My snatch is now in serious lust with him and my brain is definitely in full agreement. Normally I would be extremely overwhelmed by my feelings for him…
How can I want someone that I just met a few days ago so badly?
And why is he so good-looking?
If I could order the perfect man, Trent Hamilton would be that man. Women write books about guys like Trent Hamilton. I masturbate on a daily basis to fantasies with guys like Trent Hamilton. And now, since I actually know a real-life version of this dream man, I will be masturbating with him in my mind from now on. Every time I rub one out, I'm dedicating that orgasm to Trent motherfucking Hamilton.
Hell, I think I'll just name my vibrator Trent Hamilton.
At this point in the game, I'd settle for a session of hardcore dry humping with him. Just thinking about the way he kissed me in that supply room is making my muff clench. Every time I look at him, I seem to get this feeling of déjà vu. I can't ignore the feeling that I know him from somewhere else besides Regency…
Have I met him before?
"Have you figured it out yet?" Wow. Just hearing his voice is making my little juice-box drip. Deep, masculine, and slightly husky, it's like the god damn trifecta of sexy male hotness. Trent pulls me out of my fantasy, and I notice that he's intently watching me pull the label off of my beer bottle, a weird habit that surfaces whenever I'm deep in thought. I'm obviously a very deep thinker. Naming my vibrator after a hot surgeon I just met a few days ago is a testament to that.
"Figured it out yet?" The shots of tequila are probably making the fact that I keep undressing him with my eyes very apparent, and I wonder how long I've been sitting here daydreaming about double-clicking my mouse to Trent Hamilton. I notice that Amy isn't even sitting with us anymore. She managed to find a small group of friends to chat with at the other end of the bar.