I look at the door and back at her.
“We are not leaving here until you spill the tea, and pronto.”
A drink about now wouldn’t go amiss. The glass of champagne we had on our way here didn’t even touch the sides. And I wonder if that’s where my mum’s addiction began. I hate how my mind jumps from one thing to another and back again. I swear, I give myself whiplash.
“Here.” She pulls up her dress and tucked into her garter is a small hip flask.
She shrugs at my expression, but I shouldn’t even be surprised. She’s always prepared. You’d be amazed at how much stuff she can fit into a small clutch.
“It’s my just-in-case.”
Unscrewing the lid, she takes a swig before passing it to me.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Bourbon.” She wiggles it in front of me, so I take it, sniff it, then take a swig.
It goes down smoothly, sweet like caramel with a spicy aftertaste of cinnamon.
I lick my lips as I pass it back to her, watching as she screws the lid on and slips it back under her garter, smoothing out her dress.
“Now, what happened with you and the Devil’s spawn?”
I can’t help but laugh at that.
“They may have both got me off. More than once.”
Her lips curve into a wide smile.
“What, at the same time?”
She fans her hand in front of her face.
“No, not at the same time.”
Her lips part on a gasp. “But you wanted it to be, didn’t you?”
“I honestly don’t know what came over me,” I admit, glancing down at my lap.
“Well, I’d say you came all over them.”
My eyes shoot to hers, and then we both burst out laughing because, yeah, she isn’t wrong.
She reaches for my hand once we both grow serious again.
“Do you like them? Is that what it is?”
I shrug, because honestly, I have no idea.
“I liked the way they brought me pleasure,” Iadmit, my cheeks heating with my admission. “But I’m honestly confused. It came out of nowhere.”
Her lips curve again, and Ithink she’s aboutto make another joke about coming, but she holds back, even though it’s clearly against her nature.
“Did it though? You’re stunning, kind, sexy as fuck. Why does it surprise you they’d be sexually attracted to you?”
I chew on my bottom lip. “I feel like it’s some kind of joke and I’m the punchline. What if they have some kind of fucked-up bet going on?”
Abi moves to her feet. She’s never been able to keep still for long.
