Page 11 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
“Okay, let me just text…” Ally’s thumbs flew in rapid texting probably to their friend Hailey. “Okay.” She looked up, her blue eyes bright and eager. “Tell meeverything.”
Carrie laughed and headed for the bedroom.
Ally followed her and sat on Carrie’s bed. “Come on! I have to live vicariously. You know how long it’s been for me. Augh!” She spread her arms and flopped backward on the bed.
Carrie pulled her modest one-piece blue swimsuit from the drawer. “He’s going to do my whole list.”
Ally shot up to a sitting position. “You showed him your list?” she exclaimed. Ally was the one that had helped her with the euphemisms. They’d cracked up, coming up with them over a bottle of wine.
“Yup!”
“And he’s actually following it? Isn’t the point of a bad boy that there are no rules?”
She laughed. “He’ll probably go out of order. Can’t expect that much rule following, right?” Her heart kicked into a rapid cha-cha at what Zach might do next. Her limbs felt light and she would’ve done a happy twirl, but she didn’t want to rub her good fortune in Ally’s face. Her friend was hung up on a guy from college.
“I knew he couldn’t be that bad if he’s close with a cop,” Ally said. The cop, Ethan, had been pretty psyched at the party to have Zach home again.
“He’s not a criminal,” Carrie replied. “He’s more of a badass.”
“What’s he do for work anyway?”
Huh. She hadn’t thought to ask Zach about himself once she started thinking about her wish list. She’d already told him item number one—dessert comes first—would definitely be on the repeat list.
He’d just given her one of his slow sexy smiles. “I know.”
The way she’d grabbed his head and screamed might’ve been a tip-off. She flushed with heat at the memory.
Ally moaned. “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you? And the fantastic sex. Ugh. I’m so jealous. Maybe I need a list.”
Carrie shook her head. “You don’t lack experience like I did. You just need to meet someone.”
Ally sighed. “I already met him and lost him.”
“Oh, Ally, I hope it works out for you at the reunion.” Ally wanted to get back together with her college boyfriend of four years at the reunion next month.
“Me too. We’re both single and we’ve been texting back and forth a lot.” She crossed the fingers of both hands, kicked off her flip-flops, and then lifted her feet to show her toes were crossed too.
Carrie put her swimsuit over her shoulder and crossed her fingers in solidarity. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” she said and slipped into the bathroom.
“I’ll go pack your cooler,” Ally said.
“Thanks!” Her friend knew her fave snacks for the beach.
She stared at the alpha-bad-boy list taped to her bathroom mirror and beamed. Mission accomplished. She carefully peeled it off and tucked it inside the small vanity drawer. No need for the reminder now that she’d found him. She quickly showered and changed into her swimsuit, slathered sunscreen on her fair skin, and grabbed a beach towel from the linen closet. After she packed all her usual beach stuff in a large tote, they drove over in Carrie’s Toyota, Ollie, which hadn’t let her down in ten years of reliable driving. Ally kept pressing her for details on her night with Zach, but for some reason Carrie didn’t want to share. There was something about Zach, maybe it was his quiet cool reserve, but it just didn’t feel right to talk about him like that. She was sure he wasn’t the type to kiss and tell. She finally reported to Ally only the fact that they’d covered three items on her list and it was everything she’d hoped. This seemed to satisfy Ally, who sighed dreamily and told another Dean story. Carrie had never met Dean, but she hoped he was every bit as great as Ally made him out to be.
They found their friends lounging in a group on beach chairs and towels—Hailey, the matchmaking leader of the Happy Endings Book Club, along with Missy, Sabrina, and Lexi. The rest of their tight-knit group was either working or busy with their guys.
Carrie hadn’t even taken her seat in her beach lounger when Ally shared, “Carrie found the man for her sex list.”
“Shh!” Carrie exclaimed, quickly looking around to make sure they weren’t sitting too close to other people, especially families. Coast was clear. They weren’t that close to the water, where most people preferred to hang out.
The women erupted with questions, which Carrie ignored, instead settling into her beach lounger and reaching into her cooler for a drink.
“Carrie!” Sabrina exclaimed, leaning toward her and then shoving her dirty blond hair out of her face. Her volume caught everyone’s attention because Sabrina was normally on the quiet side. “You can’t just drop a bomb like that with no follow-up.” She lowered her voice. “Sex list?”
Carrie offered her unopened drink to Sabrina as a distraction. “Yoo-hoo?”
“Carrie!” the women exclaimed in near unison.
