Page 58 of Blossoms of the Heart
She frowned and opened the bag to take out her share. “Phoebe Walker, don’t you dare lie to me. I am your friend. In fact we’re sisters, let’s just call ourselves that. Except I’m Japanese. So spill it sister.” She pointed her chopsticks at me and waved it around, baring her fangs.
I laughed at her craziness. “There’s nothing to spill. We went to the circuit, met some of his friends who work for him at his garage, then we walked on the beach.”
Walked, kissed, groped.
My imagination took over again and I could see Tai and me together, tangled in the dark naked and panting. Anxiety and anticipation shivered down my spine and I had to shake the image out of my head.
Didn’t happen and wasn’t going to.
“That’s it?” she huffed, pouting.
“Yeah, did you want there to be more?”
“You want more, I could tell from last night, and he wanted more too.”
“No, he didn’t.” I knew from today that he actually did.
“He did. Trust me.” She nodded vigorously like she was privy to something I wasn’t.
I thought back again on how I never told her about what happened between Tai and me when I was eighteen. I didn’t normally feel anyway by keeping my silence because we never really spoke about him, but now I did.
She looked like she wanted there to me something more between us.
“Well he was the perfect gentleman.” Bald-faced lie. His talk of angry fucking and owning my ass made him anything other than a perfect gentleman.
Mitsuke burst out laughing. “You forget who you’re talking to, Phoebe. I know my cousin. He’s no perfect gentleman. Also I wouldn’t have let him take you if I wasn’t sure you were into him too. Come on, it’s me, plus I’m bored. Nothing exciting happens anymore. Not since Dad’s maid ran off with the pool boy.”
My mouth dropped. “What?”
“Yup. I talked about that for weeks.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“You would have had to be here. Michelle was in her late forties and married to an idiot who didn’t appreciate her. Alexandro, was a super-hot Brazilian guy who was travelling and just making some money while Dad taught him Japanese on weekends. I think he was twenty- five, maybe a year or so younger. Anyway, he just came by dad’s one day after hearing Michelle had a big argument with her husband who’d hit her. He came with a truck and took her away to God knows were.”
“Wow, good for Michelle.” I nodded. Sounded like she needed a good, sexy man to take her away from an idiot who thought it would be okay to hit his wife.
Men like that made me sick.
“I hope she has lots of hot sex. Younger men have more stamina.” Mitsuke mused.
“Mitsuke what have you been up to?” I accused, tilting my head to the side and giving her a knowing look. Nothing surprised me when it came to her.
“Nothing more than usual.”
“And what’s usual? What’s the youngest you’ve ever been with?”
“Threesome with two grad students last year. They were twenty-four.” She gave me a saucy look while my poor mouth dropped wide open. “Eat your food , dear, before it gets cold. Won’t taste the same.”
I just ate. Best not to ask more.
The food was as divine as it looked. The pork melted in my mouth and I savored all the herby flavors that tickled my taste buds.
“That’s the stuff oh yeah.” I nodded with satisfaction sinking back in my seat.
“It is, but so is great sex and Phoebe I won’t have you become one of these women who hide away at night with sex toys pleasuring themselves because they missed out on the real thing.”
Thank God I’d already swallowed the food. I started choking. It was so bad she had to come over and slap my back a few times to relieve my airway.
