Page 80 of When Glitter Meets Gold

She places the wine glass to her lips, watching me as she takes long gulps, gray eyes bulging. She sets her glass down on the counter, licking her lips and signaling for an immediate refill.

“You’re telling me, you shared a tent with J Vandenberg?”

“No. Yes.” I shake my head while spritzing myself with more perfume. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. The whole time we were out there, he never told me who he was.” I set the bottle down and continue to sip wine. “Anyway, we cleared that whole thing up, including how he acted like a jerk at Midas, and now…well…” I toss my head back. “Ugh I don’t know what to tell you, put the damn pieces together yourself. Anyway, he’ll be here soon, so once again, you gotta go.” I point to the door.

She doesn’t move.

Instead, her hand rests against the side of her face while her mouth gapes open. “How does something like this even happen?”

I answer with another swig from my glass.

“And now he wants to strike a deal with SB, with you, like some million-dollar apology.Oh, this is huge.” Her French-manicured fingers tap against her temple. Then she gets this crazed look in her eye. “Wait, so you’reactuallyfucking J Vandenberg?”

I roll my eyes. “Not if you don’t leave, I’m not.”

She expels the most maniacal laugh I’ve ever heard come from another person as she kicks her legs. “She’s back, she’s back, she’s back!” She grabs my arms. “Oh, of course you couldn’t just bounce back with a normal dude, of course it had to be a freaking billionaire. I need to know the details, I need to knowhowyou did it,whereyou did it…” Her smile widens. “I bet he has one of those huge, swinging dicks, you know how you can just tell with some guys?”

“Jesus, Amber!” I cry, before pressing my lips together and running my fingers through my hair. “I haven’t seen his entire dick yet. I mean, he’s definitely big…”

“What do you mean? Did you do it in the dark, lights out style or something?” She frowns. “It’s not like you to be shy. I thought you said you kept your kitty waxed?”

I roll my eyes. “I do keep my kitty waxed! The lights were on. He’s seen every part of me.” I grin. “It’s just, I haven’t exactly returned any of his favors yet.”

Amber cocks a deep, golden brow. “How many favors has he given you?”

I chew the side of my lip. “Three. One was even before work this morning…”

“Wait,” Amber says, her expression confused. “You’re telling me he got you off three times already? And you haven’t had sex, or at least returned the favor? Not once?”

I consider what she’s asking, then with a little guilt, I say, “Well, technically no. But I did touch him.” I grin. “He wanted me to feel how big he was, and Amber, let me tell you, he washuge,and hard. So hard…”

“God, that’s worse.” She’s groaning into her wine glass. “You left him with blue balls! Blue balls, Sara. That shithurts.”

I wave her off. “He probably took care of himself the second I left. What’s the big deal?”

Amber blows out her cheeks and moves to retrieve the wine bottle. “Because you can’t expect him to do all the work.” She takes another gulp of wine. “When’s he getting here? You’re aware you have to even the playing field tonight, right? Like really bang his brains out, you know?”

I laugh as my mind wanders to the scandalous underwearI have in mind for later.“Don’t worry, I fully plan on getting to know his dick better tonight.”

She sets her glass down and sighs. “I’m serious, you don’t want him thinking it’s a one-sided thing.”

“What do you mean?” I ask cautiously.

She shrugs. “I don’t know, people probably use him all the time. For money and stuff.”

I take a long sip of my wine, draining the glass. “He doesn’t think I’m using him for money,” I say before my mind wanders to the busted Jeep he paid for, and then the fact that when we first met, that’s exactly what he thought my intentions were. He didn’t still think that, right? No, he’d set the record straight. We moved on from that. He knows I’m not full of shit.

“Andstuff.” Amber pouts at me at the same moment Jack texts that he’s outside and will be up in five minutes once he’s done with a phone call.

“Shit, he’s here,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry, I’m going,” Amber calls. “Not standing in your way of getting laid after all this time.” Then, she claps for every word, “Bang-His-Brains-Out.”

I leap into action, scurrying to my bedroom. “Stay! Finish the wine. He’s not coming up anymore.”

Amber mumbles something from the other room, while I roam through my underwear drawer like a crazy person because I’ve decided not to change into scandalous underwear after all. No, because after Amber’s pep talk, that kind of underwear just isn’t going to work.

I don’t need scandalous underwear for what I have planned for Jack tonight. I needimmoralunderwear.

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