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“I’m not following,” Taylor said.
“The sex isn’t the issue. It’swhoI had sex with that has me second-guessing my life choices this morning.”
“Not Craig!” both Samiah and Taylor screeched.
“No!” London said. “That loser hasn’t tried to contact me in months. He’s probably somewhere scamming a senior citizen out of her social security money.” She cradled her face in her hands. “It was one of my former classmates. I hooked up with him after the reunion last night.”
“Ah, okay. That explains why you’re still wearing that jumpsuit. So, what’s the problem?” Samiah asked. “He isn’t married, is he?”
“No, he’s single,” London said. “He’s single. He’s gorgeous. And he’s worth millions.”
“Holy shit! I repeat. I amnotfollowing,” Taylor said. “What’s the issue?”
“The issue is that Drew Sullivan has been the bane of my existence since the moment he first walked through the doors of Barbara Jordan High School. And, yes, I know it’s been fifteen years, but of all the men who were there last night, Icannotbelieve I ended up in Drew’s bed. And I cannot believe how freakinggoodit was.” She covered her face again.
“I swear it was the best sex I’ve had that didn’t require batteries. No, scratch that. The bestever,” London said. “Do you understand how frustrating it is to discover that someone who has been at the top of your shit list for years gives a tongue job like he’s trying to win a medal?”
“The Cunnilingus Olympics. Jamar would definitely receive a medal,” Taylor said.
The server chose that moment to return to their table. Given the utter shock on her face, it was safe to assume she had overheard Taylor’s previous remark. She hung around a tad longer than necessary, adjusting the water glasses, salt and pepper shakers, and ketchup bottle.
“Thank you,” London said in her mostyou can leave nowvoice. Once they were alone again, she said, “You guys just don’t get it. I’ve been in competition with Drew Sullivan since the last semester of our junior year of high school. After what happened last night, he’s now winning!”
“Because you’re such a prize?” Samiah asked.
“You’re fucking right I’m a prize,” London said as she attacked her pancakes with a knife and fork. “And this gives him the upper hand.”
“Does this Drew know that you still think you two are competitors, or is this just a London thing?” Taylor asked.
“It’s probably just a me thing,” she admitted. “Okay, it’s definitely just a me thing.”
London doubted Drew had ever been aware of just how intense their rivalry had been back then. Because, honestly, it wasn’t about Drew. From that very first calculus quiz, when he’d scored a perfect A plus to her inferior A minus, he’d become an unwitting player in the dysfunctional crusade she’d been engaged in to gain her dad’s attention. Drew Sullivan was nothing more than a symbol, a goalpost by which everything she’d strived to accomplish in high school had been measured.
But it had been easier to put all the blame on Drew than to face her fucked-up relationship with her dad. It wasstilleasier to do that.
“It doesn’t matter,” London said as she stuffed a forkful of syrup-drenched pancakes in her mouth and nearly had another orgasm. These things were amazing. “It doesn’t change the fact that giving up my goodies to Drew last night gives him a leg up in this…this…”
“This imaginary contest you’ve conjured,” Samiah finished for her.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Taylor said. “This guy is rich, gorgeous, and can sling tongue like nobody’s business. If you asked me,you’rethe one who’s winning here.”
“She’s got a point,” Samiah agreed.
She could go along with their reasoning if she were in a different headspace, but all London could think about at the moment was Drew’s smug face.
Except he hadn’t looked all that smug. He had not made any snide comments or said anything that would make her think he would run and tell everyone that they’d hooked up.
Still, this was Drew Sullivan. Nothing good could ever come from what she’d allowed to happen last night.
Well, other than the multiple orgasms. Those had been pretty damn good.
She reached for her coffee but then thought better of it. Signaling for the server, she called, “Can I have a new cup of coffee? I put too much sugar in this one.”
“Hmm,” Taylor hummed.
“Yeah, yeah. You told me so,” London said. She thought about the warning she’d received from her primary care doc a few weeks ago and suddenly regretted eating that second pancake. “I need to start paying better attention to what I put in my mouth.”
