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I look at him. “You wish you were hiking.”
Jenna’s sister, Kristen, leans in as she walks past and catches some of our conversation. Eyeing Bradford, she says, “Cecelia is so frigid I doubt he even remembers what hiking is.”
This is the first time Kristen has joined our group in Vegas, but she’s quickly picked up on our hiking reference which everyone is now aware of.
Bradford looks at her. “Says the woman who’s on the prowl. If you need tips for what men are actually looking for, hit me up.”
Kristen shoots daggers at him. “You would be the last man I would ever ask for help. I doubt you even know how to find a clit, let alone what to do with one.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not convinced youhavea clit. You’re so fucking sexually repressed, I imagine it is too.”
“Jesus, Brad,” Owen says as Kristen glowers at Bradford and walks away. “That was low.”
Bradford is glaring after Kristen. “She pushes all my fucking buttons.” He looks at Owen. “And don’t think she doesn’t give as good as she gets.”
“Does she know Cecelia?” I ask. I don’t know Kristen well. Jenna dragged her along this weekend to help her get over a breakup.
“I’m not aware of all my fiancé’s friendships, but I suspect Kristen must at least know of Cecelia,” Bradford says.
“Aren’t you on a crash course at the moment?” I ask. Bradford’s wedding is in a month. The last I heard, Cecelia had forced him to learn everything there is to know about her.
“I refused. I know enough to get by.”
Ashton joins us. “Have you seen Lorelei?”
I met Ashton and Lorelei a month after I moved in with Owen. It was during our first Vegas weekend with the group. They only confirmed my love of Australians.
“I think she’s with Jessica, but I don’t know where,” I say to Ashton.
We arrived in Vegas yesterday for two nights. Today was spa day for us girls while the men played golf. I swear the year-round golfing in Vegas is the real reason for our trips here.
Also, spoiler alert: I don’t agree with Jessica that golfing attire is wanky. But probably see: the Owen sex spell.
My phone sounds with texts as our girl group chat lights up.
Poppy: Charles, I just saw that Harry Styles is playing here next month. You and Owen can add to your Styles addiction.
Lorelei: What’s their Styles addiction?
Poppy: Charles drags Owen to Harry as often as she can. They’ve been to no less than six of his concerts in seven months.
Charlize: Owen already emailed me tickets for his concert here next month.
Poppy: Jesus, that man is pussy whipped.
Charlize: Lorelei, Ashton is looking for you.
Lorelei: He just saw me and is coming my way. I think we’re heading up to our room. If we don’t make it to breakfast tomorrow, thanks for the best weekend, girls!
Charlize: Owen and I definitely won’t be at breakfast. He’s found Elvis for me and we’re getting married. I’ll be on my honeymoon.
Poppy: WHAT???????????
Charlize: Tomorrow, Pop, I shall commence speaking like a married woman.
Adeline: Are you serious? You guys are really getting married, tonight?
Charlize: Apparently. I’ll text you as soon as I start speaking differently.
