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“I guess his dad’s place is considered the first.” I shrug. “Want a tour?”
“Definitely. Where’s your man?”
“Out.” I have no idea where he is. I woke up this morning, and he was gone.
I lead her to the kitchen, introducing her to Lilibeth and Hugo, then to the living room, the sunroom, the gym, and the home theater.
I open one door with a flourish.
Michelle squeals. “Bowling? He has a fucking bowling alley? Inside the house?”
“Yeah. And he doesn’t even use it. At least not that I’ve seen.” I close the door again. “I have no clue why it’s here.”
“Where’s your bedroom?”
I take her to Lucas’s sleeping quarters.
Michelle gasps as we step inside. “Okay, now this is what I call a bedroom.” She spins around, taking in the massive space, then flops onto the enormous canopy bed. The mattress bounces under her weight.
“Fuck.” She curses and leaps to her feet. “I forgot you guys do the nasty here. Eww.”
I laugh, but the truth is, we’ve never had sex in this bed. We sleep in the same bed now, but he’s careful not to touch me.
The fact is, he hasn’t touched me since that morning wedrove to work together, and it’s not for lack of wanting on my part. I’ve tried hinting, done everything short of jumping his bones. I guess he’s lost interest, just like with all his other conquests. Once he’s had them, he moves on. I knew that’s how it would be. I don’t know why I’m so disappointed.
“So, is he as good in the sack as he looks?” Michelle waggles her eyebrows at me.
This question, at least, I can answer without lying. “Yes. He knows how to use his equipment.”
“You go, girl.” Michelle holds up her hand for a high five. “So dish the deets. I’m in a dry spell, I need something to fantasize about.”
“Eww, no.”
“You’re always such a prude. I tell you everything.”
I shrug. “I don’t like talking about things that are supposed to be private.”
“Private schmivate, I’m your best friend. I’ve got nothing going on in my life. I wanna live through you.” She latches onto my arm, batting her lashes at me. “Give me something. Anything. Is he good with his tongue?”
I tilt my head back and groan. “Yes.”
“Well? You can give me a little more than that.”
“He pulled the car over on the way to work,” I say, not believing I’m telling her this.
“And?”
“And he laid me out on the hood and went down on me.”
“Fuck, girl, in the middle of the road? And you came?”
“Hardest I ever have,” I admit, a blush staining my cheeks.
“Oh my God. Now I’m horny.”
I narrow my eyes. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. So, ready to tan by the pool for a bit?”
“Definitely.”
