Page 48 of Lilly
“What? Spit it out,Lills.”
“Ugh. I…uh…Lucas…” I stutter trying to work out what it is I want to say. “When wewere…”
“At it, shagging, fucking,banging—”
“Yes alright, any of the above. He put his finger…” When I glance up, Taylor is biting down on his bottom lip, trying to contain a smile. “What?”
“If you’re about to ask what I think you’re about to ask, then I’m excited because I’ve been waiting for this conversation since we met,” he says with a laugh. “Go on. Where did he putit?”
“Where it hasn’t been before,” is all I can come up with that doesn’t include a massive amount of TMI in the back of this poor guy’staxi.
“You mean up your arse,” Taylor helpfullyannounces.
I chance a glance up, and exactly as predicted, the taxi driver is looking back at me in his rear-view mirror with a glint in hiseye.
“Ugh, Taylor,” I say as I slink down in thechair.
“What, it’s true isn’tit?”
“Yes,” Iwhisper.
“So how did itfeel?”
I look back up before answering to see that the driver is now concentrating on a roundabout, so hopefully ignoringus.
“Incredible, I’ve never felt anything like it,” I say veryquietly.
“OMG,right?”
“He hasn’t said anything but I’m presuming he probably wants to…you know. So I just wanted to ask you about it seeingas…”
“I like that kind of thing,” Taylor finishes my sentence with alaugh.
“Yeah, something likethat.”
“Do it, Lills. What’s the worst that couldhappen?”
“I guess. But doesn’t ithurt?”
“Yeah, at first, but then it’s out of his world. Like what you’ve experienced but evenmore.”
I blush at the thought. “Okay.”
“Seriously, if I can give you one bit of advice in this life, it’s always do anal.” Taylor says this so seriously my mouth falls open. Then, when I hear an “Amen,” come from the front of the taxi, I can’t help but fall about laughing at the ridiculousness of this. I think the half a bottle of bubbles helped with the giggles, mindyou.
Lucas
I’ve been stuckin fucking meetings all afternoon then the second I get out I’m collared by Catherine. Thankfully, she was slightly more composed than last time, but I could really do without her eye fucking me as she stood and talked at me about recruiting a newchef.
“For fuck’s sake, Lilly, answer,” I moan as I stand at the entrance to her building, ringing thebuzzer.
I’m pissed off. I don’t need to be stood here waiting. I’ve waited all week while she’s been here doing her thing and I’ve been going to bed alone. Well, time’s up. She’s handed everything in; she is now mine for the weekend and I wanted it to start hoursago.
The reservations for the restaurant were for thirty minutes ago. I had to get my assistant to move them, but it’s now looking like we’re going to miss those too if she doesn’t answer the fuckingdoor.
I jam my finger on to the button again and hold for a good minute, but still, there is noresponse.
I pull my phone out of my pocket to find eight missed calls and one text—all from Lilly. I guess I should have looked at thatearlier.
