Page 75 of Rum & Coke
“I still hope there’s food, or we’re stopping at Raising Cane’s on the way home.”
“Why are you so hungry?”
I shrugged.
Melony gasped. “Oh my God. You got laid.”
My gaze flicked to the rearview mirror to see the driver make eye contact with me. I broke the stare and turned to face Melony. “Why do you think that?”
“Because you dance for a living, and I can see you go all shift without eating. But now it’s like you’re starving. They don’t call it ‘working up an appetite’ for nothing.”
I rolled my eyes and grinned. “And so what if I did?”
“Shut up!” She slapped my arm. “Tell me everything.”
“I’m not telling you shit.”
“Come on. I wouldn’t care if he didn’t fuck for a living.”
My gaze met the driver’s again, and I sighed. “Can we not talk about this now?”
“Please.” She waved me off then hooked her thumb toward the driver. “We’ll never see this guy again.”
I huffed. “Fine. We had sex, he spent the night, cooked me breakfast, and had sex again. I had to take four aspirins because I could barely walk afterward.”
“Holy shit. I want to screw a male escort now.”
I snorted. “I don’t think I fucked Duane though.”
“You think they bang differently?”
I chuckled, thinking about how we were talking about one person as though he were two. Maybe he was. He did ask if I thought Duane and Scarlett would have hotter sex than Vinny and Tessa. Maybe it was like role playing? I knew when I was Scarlett, I was acting. “Maybe.” I shrugged.
“You better tell me when you find out.”
“Maybe I will, or maybe I will keep that shit to myself.”
“You better not. I’m your best friend, and I need to know how the men of S&R are.”
“I’m only sleeping with one of them,” I reminded her.
“But if they are all still employed, they must all know what they’re doing.”
“Maybe you should hire one and find out for yourself,” I suggested.
Melony grinned. “Maybe I will. Who’s left?”
“Well, assuming I’ve met them all, Bradley and Nick.”
She thought for a moment, tapping her finger against her lips as the driver gave our name at the gate that led into a subdivision. “Maybe I’ll test drive both.”
We both started to laugh, and a few minutes later, the driver stopped. “We’re here.”
I looked out the window at the house we pulled up to. It was a three-story, stone mansion with a fountain in the center of the walkway that led to the front door. “Is this really his house?” I asked, looking back at Melony.
“I guess so.”
“Holy crap,” I breathed and opened the door, stepping out. Melony followed, and the car drove off. “I assumed he had money, but I wasn’t expecting this.”
