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“Not too busy to hear about this. Hello, hickey.” Vic pulled at the collar of Jill’s jacket until she had no choice but to look down at the fading splotch on her collarbone. How had she missed that? “And this, too.” Vic brushed her fingers along Jill’s jaw and smiled triumphantly. “Where else do you have stubble burn, hussy?”
“That’s not what you think. I changed my detergent.” Sure, that sounded plausible. “You know I’ve always been delicate.”
“Uh-huh. So does that mean you only took one pounding before calling it quits for the night?”
“Me thinks you’ve been watching too many home renovation shows with all the nailing and pounding you keep talking about.” Jill hurried to her own desk and stowed her purse in the bottom drawer. Bending down gave her a minute to hide her overwarm face. Too bad she couldn’t stay down there forever. “So when are we heading out to Ms. Travers’s?”
“A quarter to nine. You know how she is about appointments. ” Vic sat on the edge of Jill’s desk, her amusement fading into a frown. “You okay?”
Something about the inflection in her question brought back Bryan’s voice, all husky and hot, when he’d asked the same thing. Jill struggled to keep her smile in place. “Sure. I had a good time with a…guy.”
“I figured as much.” Her tone sharpened. “Who is he?”
Yep, there was Vic sliding into mom mode. As usual. The brief appearance of enthusiasm at the possibility of Jill’s hookup had to have been Vic’s leftover hormones from her own weekend of debauchery.
“It wasn’t any big thing.” Lie. It was the biggest ever. In more ways than one. She ached to check her phone again. Was it a bad sign she was missing him already?
Probably, since she’d done everything she could to dissuade him from making their thing a multi-night event. Not because she didn’t want one. For pity’s sake, she’d been crushing on the guy since her first burst of hormones at thirteen. But she didn’t want him to feel obligated to keep seeing her while he was in town because he felt guilty for squashing her cherry. Better for her to pretend to be blasé about seeing him again.
He was trying to act considerate, and she was trying to act as if she didn’t care. Clearly the world had tilted on its axis when she wasn’t looking.
“So you’re not going to tell me who you rode like a polo pony. Your best friend in all the world.” There was no ignoring the hurt in Vic’s voice. “This is a huge moment. Gigantic. Losing one’s—”
Oh God, not the virginity thing again. “I’ll tell you. Promise.” Jill shot a look at Lorelie. “Later, at yoga. We have a full day of clients to deal with first.”
“Okay, have it your way.” Vic pointed at her. “But tonight, you’re telling me everything.”
…
Too bad that night came so freaking fast.
Ten hours later, Vic turned on the overhead lights, signaling the end of the yoga class she taught at the local gym. Jill knew her best friend would demand details the moment the last student filed out.
She wasn’t disappointed.
“Out with it.” Vicky sat on the mat opposite Jill and uncapped a water bottle, holding it to her flushed cheek before taking a long drink.
For their Bikram yoga classes, they kept the studio at over one-hundred degrees. The heat was supposed to flush out toxins from the body, leading to increased vitality and energy afterward.
That might explain why Jill couldn’t stop bouncing like a damn bunny. The twitchiness extended to places that, come tonight, would see action she for once wouldn’t have to instigate herself.
Damn that Bryan for making her fantasize about him all day long.
“Look, I know I haven’t always been open-minded when it comes to the idea of you and sex,” Vic said, obviously sensing her reluctance. “It’s just that I want to make sure you have a safe, protected experience. I promised your mom I’d watch out for you.”
Adding in a little mom guilt never failed to work. “I know. You’ve done a great job.”
“But watching out for you isn’t the same as shutting down everything before you have a chance to live. From now on, what you do is up to you, and I won’t judge. Or I’ll try not to.”
“Yeah, sure, you won’t judge.” Jill shook her head. “You told me about all your exploits with Cory and tried to couch them as cautionary tales in case I got any crazy ideas. When he dripped hot wax on you, somehow you turned it into a lesson about fire safety. The sex you had in this very yoga studio? An example of always needing a partner for complicated routines.”
Vic snorted. “I don’t recall those words, exactly.”
“I do. You wanted to share your exploits without me figuring out that hey, recreational sex isn’t so bad. But I can do wild things, too, and still make good choices. I promise, I won’t end up destitute and alone even if I sleep with a guy who’s a little bit wicked.”
“Okay, fine. This dog can learn new tricks. I’ll share things without warning you how easily they could become future episodes of Sex Sent Me To The ER.”
“Uh-huh. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
