Page 56 of The Last to Know

“Well, that’s because it’s all fresh and you fancy the pants off each other still,” Sandra said. “And let’s face it, she’s not difficult to look at.”

“I know, she’s adorable. And the best kisser,” Grace admitted.

“Okay, so back on track… Lesbian lovers—are they all that?” Cressida smirked, and sat back gleefully awaiting the answer.

Downing the rest of her drink, Grace felt the effects of the previous two. “I would choose Caz over every other lover I’ve had…every time.”

A waiter appeared, carrying a tray with another round of drinks. He handed them out, flirted with Cressida, and then left them to it.

“How did we get these?” Jane asked, knowing none of them had gone to the bar.

Cressida pointed to a QR code on the table. “I ordered them. Drink up.”

The glasses raised and chinked against one another with a loud“Cheers”,and they all swallowed down a mouthful.

Before their glasses hit the table, Jane flicked open the camera app on her phone and zapped the QR code herself. “Might as well continue how we mean to go on.”

At drink seven, Grace drew the line.

“I’m done…” she slurred, and pushed the glass away. “Should…get Caz to…pick me up.” She leaned against Jane. “She’s so good to me, and she’s hot, so hot, right? I’m…so hot.” She began to fan herself.

“It is warm in here,” Jane agreed, watching as Grace picked up her phone and began typing out a text.

When she finished the text, Grace said, “Just going to get some air. Caz will be here in a minute.” She nodded to herself. It would take less than five minutes to drive from home to Banjo’s at this time of night.

Proud of herself, she could at least still walk without staggering. Grace giggled as she opened the restaurant door and stepped outside. An instant breeze blowing across her face was refreshing.

“Woo, that’s better,” she said to herself, leaning against the window.

“You alright?” a man’s voice said, and she turned to look at him. He was nothing special, but probably the kind of guy who might have gotten her attention once upon a time.

She smiled. “Yes, just warm inside.”

“Yeah.” He pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and opened it, offering one to Grace.

“No, don’t smoke, thanks.”

“I keep saying I’m going to give up and then…” He pulled one free and lit it. “You go out, have a few beers and—” He shrugged and laughed. “On your own?”

“No, with friends, I’m just waiting for my ride.” An image of Caz came into her mind, and the idea of ridingherbrought an instant blush to Grace’s cheeks. “Sorry, what?” she asked, realising he’d said something.

“I said, I can give you a ride, you know, if you fancy it.” The wink wasn’t necessary. It was clear what he was interested in.

Grace straightened up. “Oh, that’s…no, I’m married,” she said, holding up her hand as proof.

“I don’t see any husband around looking out for you,” he said, edging closer.

“That’s because she has a wife. Now back the fuck off,” Caz said from behind him. Ramrod straight, using her full height, but still managing to look cool and relaxed, Grace couldn’t help but take her all in; hair tied back, a baggy light-blue hoodie with her hands tucked into the front pocket, grey cargo pants, and black boots.

“Jesus, that’s so hot,” Grace muttered under her breath.

He turned, cigarette between his lips, palms up in surrender.

“No harm in trying, eh?” He chuckled, but backed away.

Grace felt relief wash over her, and something else: Desire. That was the hottest thing she’d ever witnessed.“Back the fuck off,”echoed in her head and those words sent a spark, that rushed downwards to her clit and hit with a jolt, like nothing she’d felt before.

Chapter Thirty-Five

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