Page 24 of Bride By Initiation

"He's bad too?" Fiona asks.

"No, I wouldn't say bad. He's... You know, kind of like Marcus, but I'm assuming with a few more skills, based on what you're telling me."

"Did he wrap his hand around your throat?"

"No, he did not," I answer, then ask, "Do you really want to legit get choked?"

She tilts her head, peers at me closer, and in a shocked voice, questions, "Zara Marino, have you never been choked?"

"No."

Her eyes widen. "You're missing out."

"I am?"

"Yeah."

"So which of your boy toys introduced you to this little kink of yours?"

"Oh, it was a long time ago. Maybe like five years ago. God, what was his name?" She furrows her forehead.

I snicker.

"What?"

"You just admitted you slept with someone and don't remember their name."

She scoffs. "Don't tell me you remember every single person you've slept with?"

"I do," I claim.

"Really? Who'd you have sex with when you were twenty-six?"

"That was two years ago."

She nods. "In March."

I tilt my head. "You want me to tell you who I had sex with over twenty-four months ago?"

"Yep."

"I might not know dates, but I know the names of everyone I got busy with," I claim.

She swirls her wine in her glass, challenging, "Prove it. What about that guy from the club when we were twenty-three and on vacation in Spain?"

I cringe, admitting, "He was foreign. He had a weird name."

She laughs. "He did not. His name was Javier."

I put my hands over my face. "Oh, no. That's bad, isn't it?"

She laughs and takes another sip of wine.

A server arrives with our sashimi tray and sets down the soy sauce. "Your rolls will be up shortly. Can I get you anything else?"

I reply, "I'm good."

"Me too," Fiona says.

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