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Angel rolled her eyes. “Downstairs, playing his guitar. He was supposed to be out of the house tonight, but apparently I need a babysitter now, so I don’t get into any more trouble.” She smirked, obviously not at all repentant about getting into trouble last night. Which soothed Lexie’s lingering guilt.
“What do you want to bet all the guys bailed on him?” Leigh asked, smiling a little more genuinely and sitting a little bit straighter. For just a moment, Lexie had a flash of jealousy. Leigh was the quintessential girl next door, the one all the guys wanted to bring home to their moms. She had long brown hair, a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, a slim and sexy figure, and the most interesting eyes. One eye was a hazel green and the other eye was brown; it wasn’t super noticeable unless you were actually looking at her, but it was fascinating. Even in her pajamas, everything about her screamed All-American apple pie. It was the kind of look Lexie couldn’t ever pull off, even if she wanted to.
Then again, she’d never seen Patrick go out with a girl who looked like All-American apple pie, so she needed to get her head out of her ass. At least she knew she wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Angel’s half-Asian ancestry made her look just a bit exotic, but she’d admitted to Lexie before that sometimes she felt envious of Leigh’s looks too.
“I think he was supposed to be hanging out with Andrew and Jared,” Angel said, shaking her head. “I’m pretty sure he bailed on them. Although I don’t know exactly what trouble he thought we could get into during a girls’ night in.”
“Probably worried about more plotting,” Lexie said.
“So, how did everything go?” Leigh asked, leaning on one elbow as she smiled at Lexie. “Angel told me about Patrick coming out of his office and going down to the Dungeon with you and Mike, but obviously she was a bit distracted after that.”
Angel made a rude noise and Leigh just laughed.
Filling them in on everything Master Michael - only Leigh and Angel called him Mike, and only because Leigh’s boyfriend was also named Michael - had done during the scene didn’t take long. She took a lot more time telling them about the way Patrick and cuddled her afterwards, the drive back to her apartment, his demands, and then today’s promise of training.
“Fuck yeah!” Leigh and Angel were both practically cheering as Lexie wound up the recitation of the past 24 hours’ events. It felt like her face hurt from grinning, but she shouldn’t stop. She was too happy about the way things had gone.
“I mean, it’s not a total win,” she said, trying to retain a sense of caution and not get overly excited. “He just said he’d train me. I don’t actually have any idea what that means.”
“It means you’re going to be in the club,” Angel said, her eyes shining. She gesticulated with one hand, holding her glass of wine in the other as she leaned on the counter. The liquid sloshed precariously, since she wasn’t paying very much attention to it. “It means he’s going to be doing kinky, naughty things with you, because the man can’t bear to let anyone else touch you.”
“He let Master Michael touch me,” Lexie argued back.
“Yeah, and you should have seen the look on his face,” Angel said, smirking again. “Plus, he took over the aftercare, and that’s even more important. Letting Pretty Boy scene with you was one thing, since it doesn’t sound like Mike really pushed any limits, but Patrick didn’t want him doing something as intimate as aftercare with you.”
“I’m trying not to get my hopes up too high over here,” Lexie said, making a face. She really was, because it would break her heart if Patrick decided he didn’t want her. “You’re not making it easy.”
“Hope for the best, prepare for the worst,” Leigh said, a little morosely. She smiled at Lexie, but the expression seemed forced. “It sounds to me like he’s being pretty possessive and not in a big brother way. If he was going to let you play, but just watch over you, he could just hand you off to someone he trusts. Instead, he’s getting involved personally.”
Hope lifted up inside Lexie’s chest again, but she ruthlessly pushed it down. “Maybe,” she said, noncommittally.
Angel and Leigh just gave her the usual “we’re older than you, so we know better” looks. Lexie was pretty used to getting those from everyone around her, so it didn’t faze her at all. All of her closest friends were older than her. At least she had more female friends now. Most of her close female friends had drifted away after college, as they all got busy with their own lives. It hadn’t bothered her, because she was used to hanging out with the guys more than anything, but she really loved having the girls to hang out with too.
“So,” said Leigh, picking up a handful of chips Angel had put out. “Where’s the cookie dough?”
“Weren’t you just telling me earlier that you’re supposed to be watching what you eat?” Angel scolded, even as she headed to the fridge.
“Seriously?” asked Lexie, looking at Leigh’s body. Lexie was probably the skinniest out of their girls group, but only because Leigh had some serious junk in the trunk. Otherwise, Leigh was just as slim as Lexie was. They were both part of the itty-bitty-titty committee, but Leigh had a J-Lo ass and hips to make up for that. “Please tell me you’re not trying to lose weight. Where could you possibly lose it from?”
“Uh, my ass? But yeah, only about ten pounds, and only because my doctor told me to,” Leigh said, groaning.
“She’s pre-diabetic,” Angel said. Standing in front of the fridge, she was holding the package of cookie dough and, now, looking torn about whether or not to set it out.
“I have no idea what that means,” Lexie admitted. But it sure as shit didn’t sound good.
“I have high blood sugar, so I have to act like I’m diabetic so I don’t get diabetes,” Leigh said. She glared at Angel. “But I’m not diabetic yet and I want to eat some cookie dough. I went for a run earlier.”
“Oh big deal,” Angel said, although she finally closed the fridge door and grabbed a plate to put the cookie dough squares on. “You exercised earlier. And now you’re eating chips and cookie dough. You realize that negates the exercising right?”
“I’m going for balance.”
“Should we be like... I don’t know, making sure you don’t seizure or something?” Lexie asked, still feeling a bit worried. She didn’t know anything about diabetes.
Leigh laughed. “No, seriously, I’m fine. I just have to start exercising more regularly, eat balanced meals, and get my blood tested every three months so they can make sure my blood sugar levels are going down. Eating treats every now and then isn’t going to be a big deal. It’s girls’ night, I get to splurge.”
“That is disgusting.” Adam’s deep voice made all three of them jump and squeak in surprise, before bursting into giggles. Wearing one of his signature blue button down shirts, he strolled through the kitchen and over to Angel, making a face at the cookie dough she’d just set out.
“All hail the Viking Overlord, Thwarter of Raw Cookie Dough Delights,” Angel intoned, grinning goofily at him as he bent his head down to kiss her, one hand on her hip. Looking at them right now, no one would ever guess he’d spanked the shit out of her ass last night. Because of his blonde hair and goatee, Angel always teased him about looking like a Viking.
