Page 64 of Make Me Sin (Bad Habit 2)
There is no penetration. After the first night, he doesn’t let me use my mouth on him again. It’s like he got himself under control, decided on a format of Q&A followed by giving me a mind-blowing orgasm or three, and stuck to his plan.
Afterward, he sleeps like a coma patient, and I wake up alone.
It’s wreaking havoc with my emotions.
Not to mention my face.
“Sweetheart, you look like shit. Are you coming down with something?”
Grace can always be counted on to pull no punches. We’re at Lula’s with Kat on a weekday night at eight o’clock, and I’m trying desperately not to fall asleep at the table and slump facedown into my steaming bowl of albondigas soup.
“Just tired,” I mumble. I pick up my margarita and yawn into it before taking a swallow.
“Work going rough this week?” Concerned, Kat watches me as she munches on a tortilla chip. The ginormous diamond ring on her left hand nearly blinds me as it catches the light.
“Mmm. Sort of.”
Both Kat and Grace narrow their eyes. Grace flatly says, “Chloe.”
As I’m the worst secret keeper in the world, they’ve already got my number. I sigh, rubbing a fist into my left eye. “I can’t talk about it. Not yet. I don’t want to jinx it.”
In slow motion, Kat lowers her half-eaten chip to the table. “Oh my God.”
Grace asks, “What?”
I already know what Kat’s going to say, but I’m too exhausted to get worked up about anything at this point. “She just figured out why I’m tired.”
Grace raises her brows, looking back and forth between us.
Kat says, “You’re sleeping with him.”
Grace whoops in glee, pound
ing the table with her fist. “Yes! Finally! Is this why you haven’t returned my calls for four days? You’ve been on a sex spree? Tell, tell, tell!”
Because the cat is clearly out of the bag, I don’t bother to deny it. But it does need a little correcting. “Technically, yes, I’m sleeping with him. Sleeping being the operative word. Well, at least he is.”
Grace eyes me. “That doesn’t sound good.”
I take a long pull of my drink, buying time. I look at my best friends, the two people who know me better than anyone else, who’ve spent countless hours in my company, with whom I’ve shared years of laughter and tears, been with during bitter breakups and many life milestones, and trust completely. In fact, I trust these women with my life.
And, if I’m guessing right, they don’t know me as well as A.J. does after four nights.
That idea is seriously screwing with my head.
“Here’s a little quiz for you, ladies: What would you guess, if asked, that I’m most proud of in my life?”
Kat blinks, frowning. “How does this relate to the topic at hand?”
“I have a point, trust me.”
Always up for a challenge, Grace jumps right in. “Your business.”
I shake my head. She immediately guesses again. “Your hair.”
“Be serious.”
“I am serious. Your hair is glorious. You could earn millions doing shampoo commercials. It’s the only thing I’m jealous of you about. Well, I’m also pretty green over that Patek Phillipe your father bought you for your twenty-first birthday. It might be even better than your hair.”
