I shake my head.
“Wait. Did he?” She points to her crotch.
I shake my head again. “No, he said it wasn’t something he was interested in. Described it as dirty. So I wasn’t doing it if he wasn’t doing it.”
“You know, women used to kill their husbands. You could’ve been free years ago.”
Another laugh erupts from my chest as I swat at her. “Stop it. Regardless, I don’t think any guy I pick up at a bar is going to want to take it slow and teach me what I don’t know. Even if they did, it’s so embarrassing.”
Her brows shoot up. “What if you start with a woman? That’s something you’ve never done. And I know this chick who does Reiki. Gorgeous. Women are incredible lovers. I highly recommend. Scottie and I often welcome a third. She really loves to peg him. It’s a very erotic experience.”
My sister is an ethereal creature. And I’m reminded that she’ll always be cooler than me in this moment because no part of me could possibly go from never having oral sex to finding a third to peg on the first date. I want it all, but maybe in small doses first.
“You know, I’ve never wanted to know less about Scottie. Also, as you know, sexuality is not a choice. If it were, I would cut off all my nails so every finger would be useful.” She gives me a proud look, but only because I’m regurgitating something I learned from my nail lady. “Sadly, I am attracted only to men. It’s a real bummer.”
She lies back in the lounge chair again, pulling her sunglasses down from the top of her purple hair.
“You know what? Divorced you is funnier than the married you.”
I grin. “Silver linings.”
A comfortable silence bleeds out between us as I let the vitamin D absorb into my skin.These ice packs are actually nice.They’re keeping me cool in the heat. But before the mood gets too quiet, Moon interjects.
“What about a sex worker? You could hire someone to teach you the ropes.”
I’m about to dismiss—no, consider—the idea when music begins to play around the pool deck and a tray of champagne is suddenly by my side.
“What is happening?” I smile, looking at my sister.
She giggles. “It’s time for mimosas. I gave you an itinerary.”
Do I tell her I haven’t even looked at it? No.
There’s a smile on my face as I accept a bubbly flute, cheersing with my sister. Until just as I find myself mid-sip, my eyes lock on a sexy mirage. It has to be, or my eyes are betraying me.
“Holy shit,” I choke out because three hot, muscle-filled, red-trunk-wearing mirages are coming straight for us.
chapter four
. . .
I burned my ass
My face snaps to my sister’s. “Ohhh my god. Moon. That’s them. Moon—”
“Who’s them?”
It’s as if they know I’m talking about them because Wells waves in our direction.This is not happening.
“The guys from the shower,” I hiss, trying to keep my face neutral. “They’re with hot guy.”
“Who guy?”
I glance over again to see them getting closer, and my pulse quickens to a hummingbird’s pace.
“The two guys I watched when I was impersonating Joe fromYouare with Wells. The guy you sent to my room.”
She finally follows my line of sight before choking on her champagne.
