Page 51 of The Monster and the Last Blood Match

“No,” she admitted.

“Well, come out, silly.”

Reyna stepped out in the dress, and Sophie wrinkled her nose. “No. Gross. Go change.”

Reyna rolled her eyes. Why would she want to see the obvious duds?

They tried on a few more dresses before Sophie finally landed on one that she fell in love with. It was all white like a wedding gown with real crystals embedded in the dress. It sparkled like a diamond whenever she moved.

“So,” Sophie said, in a better mood now that she had found a dress. “How many times did you and Beckham bang before he gave you that card?”

Reyna stumbled in the fitted dress she was wearing. “What?” she gasped.

“Oh my God, stop being such a prude.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She was terrified to look at her reflection. She felt flushed from head to toe.

“Oh, please, I’m not naive enough for that.” Sophie rolled her eyes. “That dress sucks.”

Reyna hurried back to the dressing room for what felt like the hundredth dress. She took her sweet time, not wanting to continue that conversation with Sophie. Why did she think Reyna was sleeping with Beckham? Was that part of the job description that she had missed? Not that she hadn’t thought about it or that she didn’twantto, by any means…

“So, is he good?” Sophie asked.

“Is who good?”

“Beckham, obviously. Get with it, Reyna. Is Beckham good in bed?” she asked, but she didn’t wait for Reyna’s response before continuing. “I mean, Roland is rough with me and all, but you know what they say about him?”

“What do they say?” she murmured.

“Oh, you know,” she said distractedly. She fluttered her fingers dismissively. “Anyway, I know Roland is nice and all, but Beckham. I couldn’t imagine. Roland tells me he has such a dark past. He must be an animal in bed.”

Reyna swallowed hard. How had they gotten to this conversation?

“So, is he?”

“I don’t know,” she said softly.

“You don’t know if he’s an animal? I mean, how is he compared to your other lovers?”

Reyna closed her eyes to try to stave off her embarrassment. “Honestly, Sophie, I wouldn’t know. I haven’t slept with Beckham.”

Sophie laughed, but when she looked up at Reyna she stopped. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“Couldn’t be more serious.”

“Oh my God, how is that possible? Roland had his hands all over me on day one. Couldn’t get enough of me, until I was literally delirious from the bites and exhausted beyond measure.”

“I didnotneed to know that,” Reyna said, raising her hand.

“But how did you get the black card, then?”

Reyna shrugged helplessly. “He just gave it to me.”

“He just gave it to you.” She sounded incredulous.

“Yes.”

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