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“Well, if that wasn’t my cousin you had bent over my unmentionables, that might have been worth recording for my personal porn stash,” Adira says dryly from the doorway. “You two are lucky Narnia didn’t burst into flames with that hotness.”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you saw that.” Ivy groans into her hands as her entire body turns scarlet. Well, the parts of her I can see do; my memory fills in the gaps.
“The sexy noises piqued my curiosity. I thought we might have rented out Narnia for a sex party.” Adira grins. “But honestly, I didn’t see anything. I have… hard limits. And being turned on by my cousin banging her boyfriend is one of them.”
“Thank God,” Ivy whispers.
“Now Mr. Kane, the old guy a couple doors down, you know, the one with the hearing aids… he definitely heard that.” Adira laughs.
“Oh my God,” Ivy mumbles into her hands.
“Baby, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I grip her wrists and pull her hands away from her face.
Adira laughs. “He’s right. Besides, Percival Kane is a little freaky-deaky. He probably heard you and started jerking off.”
“Not funny.” She shoves her hair out of her face, fixes the position of her glasses on her nose. “I’ve pulled all the leather and lace collection. Sorted through it. Everything we’re keeping in that section is ready to be put back.”
“I’ll tell you what’s ready.” Adira wrinkles his nose. “I can smell the sex all up in here. It’s like somebody set off a glitter cannon of sex-particles. Get your asses out of here and go and do the deed. Before one of you literally explodes from the pressure you’re building.”
“That’s not possible.” Ivy glances at me with this weird look of curiosity on her face. “It isn’t. Is it?”
“Feels like it could be,” I admit and wince as I adjust my junk. “But actually, I don’t think it is. And we have somewhere to be. So you’ll just have to pray that I survive.”
“On my knees,” she suggests coyly.
Adira laughs. “I’ve created a monster. I couldn’t be prouder than if I’d birthed her myself.”
“That might be awkward, considering you don’t have the equipment,” Ivy retorts.
“Ouch, bitch.” Adira puts a hand to his chest like she’s mortally wounded him. “You stab me with your pointed words. Who lit a fire under you today?”
“You know I love you,” Ivy says.
“I know, babe.” Adira picks up a huge garment bag and unzips it to reveal a dress that looks like it was made out of big bird’s sister. “Oh there you are, my beauty. You and I have a date tonight with a handsome millionaire the world thinks is entirely straight. But you and I know better, don’t we?”
“Do I want to know?” I murmur.
“I don’t think so.” Ivy tucks herself into my side. “Where are we going?”
“Everyone is meeting at Rebel and Summer’s for an early Thanksgiving.” Marty’s article is set to hit shelves worldwide next month and whatever comes after will not be peace and quiet. There will be photographers camped out front of Rebel’s house. And Ro’s apartment. Possibly mine too. It could take quite a while for the storm to die down. This might be the last time we’ll all be able to gather peacefully until it does.
It’s going to be hell while I’m doing press for the new movie. No one wants to talk fictional characters when the juicy details are personal.
“Oh, you should have warned me.” Ivy gravitates toward one of the many reflective surfaces in the room. She tugs a tendril of hair out of her face. “I’m a mess. I need to work out what to wear, and put on my face.”
“You’ve met everyone who will be there.” I sidle up behind her and run my hands down the tops of her arms. “Remember, they liked you. Accepted you.” She stops freaking out when our gazes connect. I see her soften. “This is just one last hurrah before we take down that asshole, Hawthorne.”
Ivy and Adira exchange a glance. I have no clue how much Ivy has told her best friend, but clearly she’s told him something, based on that silent exchange. The guy is solid though, and I trust him to keep what we talk about to himself.
“Okay.” Ivy turns in my arms. Covers my heart with her hand. That little gesture makes me feel so connected to her. “I’ll change into something warmer and grab my purse. Then we can go.”
“So you’re into some kinky shit,” Adira says when Ivy leaves the room.
“I’m not talking about this with you.” I use my foot to move aside a peek-a-boo latex bra. “But if you’re worried I’m pushing Ivy into things she’s uncomfortable with—”
“Oh, no.” He picks up a pair of dangly earrings and checks them out in the mirror. Selects another set hanging on the corner of a photo frame that holds a photo of him and Ivy. It’s hung crooked but that doesn’t seem to bother him. He looks me up and down in the reflection. “I’m not worried about our little dove. She might be a virgin, but she clearly has no issue with getting what she wants from you.”
“The first pair are better,” I say. I’d give Ivy anything she wants. More than what she wants. I’ve never met a girl like her before. She makes me want things I’ve never wanted, never imagined wanting. And she has me on tenterhooks, wondering if she’ll ever give me more than just a taste of who she really is.
