CHERYL POV
"Just because this one wasn't a blind date doesn't mean I have given up on setting one for you," she said. "So enjoy this one while you still can."
I groaned. "Why do you like torturing me so much?"
She gave me a look. "Only you would call going on a date a torture. Jesus Christ, sometimes I wonder which rock you crawled out from."
She bent forward and patted my hand reassuringly. "But don't worry, by the time I set you up with the right person and by the end of the day you are curling your toes in ecstasy as he pounds into your wet p***y, you would fall to your knees and worship me forever."
I pinned her with a bored look. "I'm not sleeping with someone I just met, Gwen."
She waved me off. "Yeah, sure, we would see about that on your next date."
"I'm not
