Page 88 of Vince
“Hey, don’t you have your ownhotfiancé to lust after,” Chloe reminds her.
“Chloe—I may be engaged, but I’m not dead or blind for that matter. My eyes still work, and I can see you have the hots for him.”
“He is hot,” I admit but heed a warning at the same time, “Just be careful… he’s got a reputation for being a player off the court. I’d hate to see you hurt.”
“I can handle myself.Thank you very much,”Chloe pouts in mock-defense.
“I know you can,” I agree. “That’s why I want to know what went down.” I try one last time to get her to cave.
“We went toice cream,” she enunciates like I’m ninety, needing a hearing aid. “Nothing happened worth mentioning.” Chloe’s quiet for a second before she turns the table on me, and her expression turns devious.
Oh, shit… what’s she up to?
“So… what’s up with you and Vince? Have you figured out why he hasn’trung your bellyet?”
That little shit. Of course, she’d go here to get the attention off herself.
“Really?” Abby asks with interest.
Turning to face her, I clearly inform her, “Oh, he’s rung my bell… multiple times… just not in the way you think.”
Abby’s knowing smirk says it all. “Really? Do tell…”
Falling back into the couch, I sigh heavily as I think of how to explain Vince in a nutshell. “I swear the man was given the secret code to crack my body. He barely has to do anything, and I’m lighting up like the Fourth of July.” I shake my head when I realize just how cliché that sounds. “It’s more than that… and it isn’t about the sex… or lack thereof. He just seems to get me.”
“Uh-oh,” Abby whispers, then looks to Chloe wide-eyed.
Apparently, they’re having a secret conversation or can suddenly read each other’s minds because their expression morphs as they nod in agreement at some unspoken topic.
“What?” I say defensively.
“Oh…” Chloe draws out as she looks to Abby once more, who only nods in return. “We were talking before about how we think you’re falling for Vince.”
“And this is a secret?” I ask, knowing there must be more, all the while making sure I neither confirm nor deny their assumption. “What else were you talking about?”
“Well…” Abby looks to the ceiling before she finally makes eye contact with me. “We were just saying that if you can find someone you’re that compatible with without doing the deed, then he may be the one.”
“Doing the deed? Okay, Dorothy, did you really just say that? Are you suddenly one of the Golden Girls?”
“Oh, she’s way more like Blanche. Don’t ya think?” Chloe interrupts, completely missing the point. “Now that she’s getting hot sex regularly, she assumes we all must be getting some.”
Chloe’s smug expression makes us all bust out laughing.
“Ohmigod, you guys are awful,” Abby admonishes as she swats the air in our direction. But under her breath, she mumbles, “Everyone should experience hot sex. Mediocre sex just isn’t worth it.”
“Preach,” Chloe blurts out, which brings more laughter to the room.
“No kidding,” I agree.
“To hot sex.” Abby fakes a toast to the air, and we follow her lead.
God, these girls. What would I do without them?
But the thought of hot sex…
I can only imagine what it will be like with Vince. Our chemistry could catch the sheets on fire… if only we’d go there.
I don’t miss when Chloe pulls in her lower lip and glances my way.
