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Yeah. Maybe she was right about that.
That was basically how it happened for her and for Taylor.
Maybe someday it would even happen for Dani, too.
Or me.
But… what if Shanewasmy unicorn?
I buried myself in my drink as that sank in. That he very well could be.
Because if that wasn’t unicorn sex we’d been having, I didn’t know what was.
But the thought that Shane might be my unicorn… It was just kind of depressing. Because obviously, there was no happy ending there to be had. I wasn’t going to end up with him. He was about to become my stepbrother. We lived in two different countries. And other than sex, we were incompatible. We had nothing in common.
And what if, unlike Danica, I only got one unicorn?
For the first time in my life, I actually asked myself: What if I met my unicorn, and then he got away?
As the girls kept rummaging through the sex toys and divvying them up, I slipped away to check my phone. I thought I’d heard it jingle in my purse. And sure enough, I’d received a text.
From him.
Daddy:Come over.
Seeing that word,Daddy, pop up on my phone, reached straight between my legs. I instantly felt my whole body fucking smile.
He wanted to see me.
Me:I can’t. I’m on Sex Island and I don’t have a boat.
I took a discreet photo of the girls poring over their goodies and sent it to him. Then I went to get myself a glass of water to try to balance out the alcohol, and by the time I did that, he’d replied.
Daddy:That does look wet. When are you back on dry land?
I tried not to grin too hard in case anyone glanced over at me.
Me:Tomorrow. It’s a pajama party.
Daddy:Send more photos.
Me:You wish.
Daddy:How about a pajama party at my place tomorrow night?
Oh my god.
I drank some water, trying to keep cool and hide my stupid grin from the girls.
He wanted me to spend the night with him?
Me:I imagine pajamas are optional at this sleepover?
Daddy:There will be very little sleeping. But don’t worry…
The three dots appeared as he typed, and I flushed with heat. I glanced at the girls, but they were laughing over a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, trying to work the key in the lock.
I glanced down to find a new message.
