Page 44 of Purrfectly Trapped

“Um, yeah, Liss, we know you feel that way seeing as how you were banging my brother in like minutes of meeting him,” snorted Jessica.

“What was that?” Elissa raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, she looked exactly like a schoolteacher about to lay down the law. But then, she ruined the whole thing by giggling.

“Okay, fine. Hell to the yeah, I did have sex with your brother as soon as we met, and let me tell you something, it was fan-fucking-tastic! Sex is important in any relationship. Who’s with me?”

Elissa held up her hand for a fist-bump which Kylie obliged.

“Ew. Like TMI,Liss,” Jessica said then made some faux barfing noises.

“Ladies,” Uncle Uzzi interrupted, and nodded back at Gretchen.

“You can just shut up,” Elissa returned to Jessica, then looked back at Uncle Uzzi and Gretchen. “I’m sorry, Uncle Uzzi. So, Gretch, you had sex with him, then what?”

Gretchen rolled her eyes. There was only one way to shut her bestie up. That was with the truth.

“Okay, yes, we had sex, but the guy is certifiable.”

“How do you mean? Did he hurt you?” Uncle Uzzi sat up straighter, and Gretchen swore she saw fire in his blue depths.

“No, not at all! He was very sweet, wonderful really, but then, well---” she hedged.

“What’s the problem then? Don’t you like sex?”

“Yes, I like sex,” she exhaled, and turned to everyone.

“Gretch?” Elissa’s worried expression met hers. She knew she had to tell her best friend the truth.

“Okay, first, Elissa, I need you to promise you will not tell Hunter what I say here. Whatever is up with Reggie, he deserves to keep his job.”

“Okay,” Elissa snorted. “OMG! You call him Reggie?”

“Shaddup,” Gretchen shook her head. “Okay,Regand I had sex---”

“And? Just to reiterate, was he considerate? Did he fail in the orgasm department or the equipment department?” Uncle Uzzi asked.

“What? No. NO! NO! The equipment was fine, better than fine. It was great. Like this great.”

Gretchen held her hands apart and got a few wolf whistles that made a new and terrifying green-eyed monster of a bitch rear its ugly head from deep inside her.

Grrrrrrr.

Where the hell did that come from? She’d never felt such a furious flash of jealousy. Her cramps were back, and she wondered if she should run to put a tampon on. No, she still had days before her period should arrive.

Gretchen shook it off and took a sip of tea to clear her head. A wave of nausea hit her, but she ignored it. Gretchen needed to focus on what she was saying. This was it, the heartbreaking truth about this whole incident with Reg.

“Okay, yes, so size-wise the guy is a dream. And yes, he made me orgasm. Several times,” she informed them, her face flaming, but for some reason she didn’t want these women thinking Reg was a slouch in any way, shape, or form.

“Good,” Uncle Uzzi nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“He was very, very thorough and considerate.”

Truth was he’d blown away all her other sexual experiences. Even before the carnal part of the evening, the date had been awesome. The food was good, the restaurant nice, and the company even better. He’d made her smile and laugh easily with his quick wit and humor.

Plus, Reg had listened to her. Like really listened. When had a guy ever done that? It had been a wonderful date. Talking to him was just so easy. She sighed sadly thinking about that amazing night. Where did it go wrong? How had she missed the signs?

“Then what’s the problem?” Uncle Uzzi cocked his head to the side, watching Gretchen intently.

“This is harder than I thought it would be to say out loud,” she confided in the older man, who was essentially a stranger, but seemed to have no qualms about discussing all things personal. “The weirdness came afterwards. You see, Reg said some things that were, well, a bit crazy.”

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