Page 9 of Icing the Cougar
I squeeze my eyes shut and hope she hears it as exasperation. "I'm still foggy on the details."
"But you do remember his body?"
"Only vaguely." Except the fact that it’s for sure his mark on my body. "The point is, we ran into each other again after that night at the hotel. What are the odds?"
“Trin,” Nova says. “Trin-trin-trin.” She clucks her tongue. She loves this. She loves knowing she’s got me cornered. “Sounds like you ran all the way into his bed.”
She’s wrong. Technically, it was a mat or dance studio mirror.
“You’re right,” I say, avoiding the bed thing and everything around it. “You’re right, it was just like that. One thing led to another.”
“And another,” Nova says. She adds a snicker.
I tip my head back and let out a long breath.
"And?"
"And it turns out there's not much going on after that."
Nova scoffs and is probably shaking her head. "Don't play coy with me, Trin. Not your style. Give me details."
I hesitate, but Nova is impossible to resist, like a good Pinot. A friend, not a frenemy.
"During the yoga session, well, things got, you know. Intense. I thought, hey. Why not see where this goes?" I confess.
“And?”
“And let’s just say I had to clean the mirror with glass cleaner afterwards." I don’t add specifics.
"And then?"
I smile. "Then nothing. He’ll show up for his next yoga session next week, and you can take him back as a client."
"Bullshit," Nova interrupts. "Trin. Listen. I'm gonna break it to you gently. There's only one reason things heated up like they did."
“Because he just needs to get laid?”
"No! You need to go for it, Trin!" Nova practically yells at me, but her cough stops her. "Get a hold of him. Ask him out. Seriously."
"I don't know."
"Why not?"
I fumble around for excuses. "He's just so..." Young. Broad-shouldered. Successful.
"Don't finish that sentence, Trin. It'll make me cry. We don't want another Ben-the-dick, do we?"
"We?"
"Yes, we. The community. Your public."
"I don't think the public is concerned," I say.
"That's because they haven't seen this hockey hunk shirtless."
“Nova!”
“Well?”
