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“Shit, that’s Mads,” Sloan whispers as I take a step back from her, guilt creeping in for what I was just about to do to her.
“Wait right here, she’s drunk enough, I can distract her.” I give her a quick peck and trudge down the stairs, startling Maddie.
“Oh, there you are Zeus, you scared me!” She playfully smacks my chest.
“Everything okay?” I question, hoping she can’t see my still half-hard cock in the moonlight.
“Yeah, just didn’t see you and was wondering where you went off to. I need one last birthday drink from myfavoritebartender.” She is definitely tipsy; I can tell by the slight slur of her words.
“Whatever you want, birthday girl. But first let me grab my drink. I left it on the deck. Go on ahead, I’ll give you a head start… maybe you can beat me for once!” She smiles up at me, knowing how competitive we have all been since we were kids.
“Okay, last one there has to do three shots!” she adds and winks.
“You got a deal,” I say, trying to hide the relief that she doesn’t insist on waiting for me.
I hurry back up to Sloan, who looks to be in a daze, like she can’t believe what just happened.
“Shit, I’m sorry Lo. I don’t know what I was thinking. I should have had more self-control and not put us in that situation.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Just forget it ever happened,” she snarls out.
I move to her and cup her face in my hands.
“No, don’t do that. I’ll never forget tonight for as long as I live. But that doesn’t mean it can keep happening.” I already know I’ll need to avoid her this summer. There’s no way I could be around her without wanting her, without wanting more.
“I get it Wes. It’s no big deal,” she says, trying to seem nonchalant, but I see right through her.
Approaching her slowly this time so I can savor every second, I touch my lips to hers in one last searing kiss. It’s full of unspoken desires. I feel like the last thing this kiss is doing is giving us closure from tonight. Begrudgingly pulling my lips away from hers, I lean my forehead to Lo’s and whisper, “Don’t ever change.”
I walk away, leaving her with one last thing, “Always let that bright light of yours shine like all the stars in the sky my little Thea.”
Two
Present Day
Stepping out of the cab, I take in a deep breath, enjoying the crisp Autumn New York City air. It’s definitely an acquired smell, and certainly not for everyone, but for me, it feels like home. I’ve missed it here. Years of living in California has certainly made me homesick. I only get to visit occasionally, but when I do, I savor every moment. It’s Friday night in Manhattan, and that means the streets are booming with all walks of life. The spectacle of people around me makes me that much more excited to meet up with my girls and celebrate. We haven’t been together since two months ago when we went on our annual girls' trip for my twenty-sixth birthday.
We never need an excuse to drink when we’re together, but there is a cause for celebration this time. I, along with my amazing team, just wrapped up a weeklong Women’s Sexual Empowerment Convention at the Javitz Center. We nailed our presentation, the multiple Q&A sessions, and networked with some really interesting people. I also had an important business meeting that could potentially relocate me back to this side of the country, close to all of my family and friends…and also him.I can’t help but think about how this move will put me back in the same city as Wesley for the first time in eight years. My heart hurts at that thought, knowing he probably wants nothing to do with me. But none of this is set in stone, so it’s still somewhat of a secret. Of course, my girls know, but no one else does yet. For now, I’m here and ready to enjoy a night out.
A few hours later, and we’re walking into an amazing bar Quinn has been bragging about. It has a secret entrance that's in the back alley of an Italian restaurant, very 1920s speakeasy-chic. Once inside, I’m in awe of the phenomenal décor; from the carefully placed era appropriate artwork to the dark-toned wallpaper and wood trim. The dimly lit room is lined with gorgeous maroon velvet curtains and small, intimate seating areas. To say the bar itself was an attraction would be selling it short of all its splendor. The whole vibe of this place is sophisticated, elegant, and incredibly sexy. Exactly how I would want my bar or club to look if I owned it.
Settling ourselves in a secluded corner spot, we all take in the view. A waitress saunters over to us, introduces herself, and drops off the drink menus. My girlfriends Ava and Quinn are with me, along with my PA Blossom. Yes, I know, just like the long forgotten 90s sitcom. She’s a great girl. She’s confident, extremely smart and an incredible worker who has become a dear friend to me.
Quinn and I have been attached at the hip ever since we were born. Our parents met in college and remained friends. We all grew up together, the Bartons and the Turners. Every holiday and life event has been shared with them and the Kings. Basically, she’s like another sister to me.
Quinnie is the “give no fucks” type with a spitfire mouth. She's competitive as hell, but probably one of the most selfless people I know. She would do anything for those she loves, even sacrifice her own happiness. In high school, our teachers used to mix us up a lot because not only were we always together, we’re also both petite, brunette, volleyball players. Quinn is currently trying to find her path in life. She recently pulled her head out of her ass and ended her long-term relationship with a controlling dickhead.Thank god.So, she’s now working as a full-time nanny in Manhattan until she figures her shit out. I love her so damn much. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have her in my life. She encourages me to follow my dreams and not give a shit about what others say.
Then there’s Ava, who we met our freshmen year at NYU. Ava is the epitome of a runway model. Tall, leggy with long blonde hair, a gorgeous face and hazel eyes. Although I swear her eyes are two different colors. She’s definitely more polished than Quinn, especially with her bougie Manhattan upbringing, but she certainly has a wild streak. She’s one of those closet freaks who will try anything at least once. I swear I think she may be even kinkier than I am. The girl can dance like nobody’s business. She will get down to just about anything. Ava’s creative, smart, talented, and quick-witted, and I know she is going to kill it in her newly established interior design firm.
Usually, I’m considered a dreamer with big ideas and plans for the future. I'm also the voice of reason and the one everyone comes to for advice. Then at other times I’m the wild one. Always down to have a good time. I love to laugh, dance, and enjoy myself. I have no shame and always speak my mind.
It was an instant connection between us all and we’ve been theTres Locasever since. TheTres Locasnickname comes from a very drunken trip to Mexico and involves several bottles of tequila, a strip club, and a man named Jerry. Put it this way—when the three of us are together, there’s no telling what kind of shenanigans we’ll get ourselves into. Together, we make up the best group of friends a girl could ask for.
After college, I moved to California in hopes of making it big as a journalist. While waiting for my big break, I took a small job as a sex advice columnist. It was fun for a while, but I felt very restricted in my writing. The editor usually tried to censor my work to the point where my words were no longer my own. I’ve always been a very sexual person, even before I engaged in the act itself. So much so, that I became my friends’ go to for advice throughout college. I certainly didn't mind. It became one of my passions in life. I love everything about sex… talking about it, writing about it, learning about it, giving advice on it, helping people embrace it and, not to mention, partaking in it.
So, four years ago, on one of my weekly Happy Hour FaceTime calls with my girls,The Art of Seductionblog was born. It's an all-encompassing, female sexual-empowerment blog. We all determined this was the right path for me. Especially since it’s something I’ve always been interested in and I was inherently good at giving advice, specifically in that area. We all felt it was my civic responsibility to share my knowledge with the women of the world.
It felt as if the popularity of my blog bloomed overnight, thanks to the world’s lack of overly vocal, sexually empowered females and my wonderful PA Blossom (no pun intended).
