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“He said he had a room at the hotel, that he was interested in a blow job, or straight sex.”
Her eyes bugged out behind her glasses. “And that wasn’t a warning sign? I mean, I’m all for you having a one-night stand, but maybe his name would have been good? A drink at the bar first? And what’s withstraightsex? Who hasstraightsex?”
If Bridge was asking that, then not her. Which meant she and Mav did all kinds of hot, kinky stuff. I hadn’t even tried straight sex yet.
I was hurt. Wounded. I felt… like a little kid. Inexperienced and left behind. “I got caught up on the fact that he wanted to have sex with me.Me!”
I stood, paced in front of the huge window that overlooked the entire valley.
“Why wouldn’t he want to have sex with you? You’re smart and hilarious and in that dress, gorgeous.”
I turned, rolled my eyes. “I’m me! Miss Almost-Virgin. Tom wasn’t all that interested.” I left out the stomach problems from the date. And Theo. And Theo’s fingers.
“Then what happened?” she asked.
“He said he’d give me a hundred. I couldn’t believe it, one because he wanted to have sex with me–”
“We need to work on your self-esteem issues.”
“Says the woman who didn’t think her brain was good enough for a billionaire hottie,” I countered.
“Yeah, well, I got that billionaire hottie and that magical dick of his, so it’s your turn to get your head on straight. You’re amazing and guys want in your pants all the time!’
“Oh yeah? What guy?”
“Tom.”
I shook my head. “Tom’s out. There is no line of men waiting to have sex with me, Bridge. None.”
“Fine, so you were stunned a guy in Vegas wanted to jump your hot bod.”
“Exactly. I got all sassy and said I was worth more than a hundred dollars.”
She raised her arm. “There you go! You’re totally worth more than that. You’ve got a high-price pussy.”
I nodded. “Exactly. Jokingly, I told him I was high-class and I only go for a thousand.”
She groaned. “Oh God. Having the big picture, that was probably a bad idea.”
“You think?” I countered.
“Shit, Mal. Your sass gets you every time.”
“I know!” I threw my hands up in the air. “Has your flirting ever got you arrested? Because mine has.”
She cringed because I definitely sank to an all new low.
“After that, I’m being handcuffed and read my rights, arrested for solicitation.” I dropped back into the chair. “Bridge, it was mortifying.”
“Is it like in the movies?” she wondered.
“Being arrested?” I stared at her for a second and realized she was serious. “Walk of shame in a big, fancy Vegas hotel full of people? Mortifying. Handcuffs? Not sexy like you might think. Pat down by a beefy woman? Let’s just say I’m never switching teams.”
“All those people who witnessed your walk of shame think you’re a sex goddess. Ever think of that?”
I gave her a look. “Really? That’s what they were thinking?”
“Fine, they were probably all judgy and thinking you’re a ho. Again, it’s kind of flattering.”
