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Chapter Two

Cady

I felt like I was going to have a panic attack as I slammed the apartment door shut behind me and locked it.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” I muttered to myself as I dropped my back and sank down onto the floor. “That did not just happen.”

“Hey, bitch!” Natasha shouted, almost causing me to jump out of my skin as she came around the corner with a bowl of what looked like whipped cream in her hand. “How was your less—”

She looked at me, stopped, twisted her lip, and cocked her head to the side. Nothing to by Natasha.

“Oh my God. What happened, babe?”

“Who says something happened?” I asked coyly as I got to my feet. I eyed the bowl in her hand. “And what the hell is that?”

“Homemade whipped cream,” she replied simply, as though that was the end of the discussion. I raised my eyebrows. “Okay, fine. I figured I need to learn to be a real woman sometime, so…”

“So you decided to learn to make whipped cream?”

“Exactly.”

“How about, uh…I dunno…a steak or chicken or something?”

“Eh, that’s boring,” she replied as I brushed past her. “I want to be exciting! Speaking of which, how did your lesson go?”

“It was…fine.”

“Uh huh,” Natasha scoffed, obviously not letting it go. Her ESP abilities were pretty annoying sometimes. “So then why are your cheeks red?”

“Natasha, I was playing—”

“And don’t tell me it was because you were playing tennis, because I’ve seen you play tennis before and your cheeks do not get that red.”

Really annoying.

I stopped at the bathroom door and turned around to look at her. She had a fingertip covered in whipped cream and stuffed it happily into her mouth as she waited for me to spill it.

“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “My lesson was with Chase Brenton.”

Natasha stopped with her finger in her mouth. Her eyes went wide, and when she pulled her finger out, a loud popping sound came from her lips.

“Chase. Benton?!” she repeated. “The Chase Benton?”

“The same,” I replied.

“No wonder your face is red!”

> “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“You fucked him, obviously!” she laughed. “Right?”

“I did not!”

“Why not!?”

“Why not!?” I grumbled as I went into the bathroom. I tried to shut the door but Natasha stopped it with her foot.

“Yes, why not?”

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