Page 42 of One Taste
“Deal.”
I head to my bedroom where I can hear my comfort clothes calling my name. I fiddle through the drawers until I find what I’m looking for—leggings, my favorite flannel, and my fuzzy socks.
I strip down to my bra and panties, remove the bra, and put on my “I hate my life and I need wine” outfit I just pulled from the dresser. Once dressed, I head back into the living room, and plop down on the couch. Brielle is already waiting, and the moment I sit, she hands me a glass of red wine from her seat next to me as I tuck my fuzzy-sock-covered feet under me
“Spill,” she says as I take a sip of cabernet. “Why was your day so awful?”
Though I’m dreading having to talk about him again, I’m also dying to see the look on her face when I tell her who Sebastian is. But I think I’ll drag it out a little before getting to the part that will make her head spin off.
“I think I should have taken your advice and looked him up before today.”
She gives me a look that screamsduh.“Was his hotness too much for you to take in? I warned you, bitch. He’s hot as fuck.”
I take a gulp from my glass. “He’s hot, all right.”
“I knew it!”
“If only you knew the half of it.”
Another chug from my glass.
“You’re going to get bombed before you even tell me what the hell happened today.”
“That’s what I’m going for.”
One more gulp.
“Hey, you know I don’t judge, but if you think you’re going to get drunk and pass out before telling me…” She slaps at me, catching the side of my tit by accident.
“Fuck! How do you just hit someone in the side boob like that?”
Brielle holds her hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. I got a littletooexcited. Is your tit okay?”
I rub it through my shirt, cringing from the sting. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
The way she looks at me, as is she’s so afraid I’mactuallypissed, makes my lips turn up in a smile. “You know I’m getting you back for that, right?”
Brielle turns toward me, lifting her arms in the air. “Do it. I’m ready.”
“Oh, hell no, bitch.” I chuckle. “I’ll get you when you least expect it.”
She puts her arms down, taking a sip from her glass. “You scare me. You know that, right? You’re a little ninja. I just know you’re going to pop out of a corner in this house one day and slap me right in the tit.”
A burst of laughter escapes, and I almost spill the little bit of wine left in my glass.
“Okay, back to my question.” She turns the subject. “Was his hotness too much for you to take in?”
“Not as hard as it was to take in the full length of his cock.”
Three…
Two…
One.
“What?” she screeches, jumping up and sloshing a little of her wine on both of us. “You fucked him at the office… on your first day? Why the hell would you fuck him on your first day?” A small smirk slides over her lips. “You filthy little slut.”
I can’t help but laugh. She looks like a crazed lunatic with her flailing arms, wide eyes, and slack jaw, acting as if she thinks being a filthy little slut is a bad thing. I know better than anyone that when Brielle calls you that combination of words, it’s only because she’s jealous she isn’t one at the moment.
