Page 92 of Nothing to Tell

“Uh…”

“Uh…?”Roxie asked then gasped.“Oh my God!You slept with him!”This time she had to tuck her lips in her mouth, squeezing them closed in her teeth.“You had sex with—good for you, girl—Z, Bastian had sex last night!”

“I’ll call Reuters and AP,” Zairn muttered.

“Ignore him, oh my God, was it good?”Roxie asked.“Is he good?What does it mean?Are you together for real now?Was it a one-night thing?Do you regret it?I guess you only regret it if it sucked.It would have to really suck.Did it suck?Because you can come back from that.If you want to.Do you want to?”

“Breathe, Lola,” Zairn said.“Shit, give the woman a damn chance.”

“Oh, hush, Skippy,” Roxie huffed.“It’s your fault I don’t get to live the thrill of a new guy.Won’t ever again.Proud of that?”

“Yeah, actually,” Zairn said with obvious swagger.“You’re welcome.”

“If you want to keep that smug smile of yours, I have to live vicariously through my friends.”

“I don’t really know how…” Harper started.Details?What should she share?What did it mean?Damn, that was a good question.“It happened at his mom’s, we stayed there last night.”

“Wow, right there in the Hunt mansion?Phew, that screams urgent.I love urgent sex.”uHun

“We didn’t mean to—I didn’t mean to—it was just… I don’t know what it means.”

“Did you ask him?”

“No, we… I don’t know, we just…”

“Lived in the moment.That’s okay.Do you want it to mean anything?I’ve got to say, you look good together and Bastian was… obsessed last night.”

She tsked.“He was not.”

“You didn’t see it, the rest of us saw it.He barely took his eyes off you all night.He’s into you.I’ve seen husbands less interested in their wives.Mine included.”

“If I stared at you all night, Lola, you’d blindfold me again.”

Again?

“Only to have my fun, and you do stare at me all night, Casanova,” Roxie said.“Checking out how many of your spondoolies I’m frittering away.”

Except they owned the club and she’d never seen money change hands.

“Gotta keep an eye on my investment,” Zairn said.“And you want faithful?It’s your fault I don’t get to live the thrill of a new gal, Empress.Can’t let that pussy get too far when it’s the only one I’m allowed to play with.”

“We’re talking about Harper’s pussy right now, Skippy.Get in line.I’m sorry, honey.Z’s pussy-obsessed.”

“Always worked for you before, Lola.”

“Ignore my guy.We’re talking about yours.Bastian.How was he?”

“Good.Amazing.”

“You don’t have to be polite,” Roxie said.“Bastian’s a nice guy.Sometimes it’s like that, you know, they do their best, and you don’t want to be rude—”

“Not something you’ve ever worried about, babe.”

“What do you know about women, Skippy?Sometimes we do that, sometimes we lay there, we smile—”

“You don’t smile when we’re having sex.”

“And what does that tell you, Casanova?Anyway, you never see anything during sex, you’re too cross-eyed because I feel so good.”