“Yeah, he said he was having a hard time not moaning and that it was better than Christmas.”
She rolled her eyes. “That is too funny. I suppose if you’ve never gotten your hair washed by someone, it is kind of relaxing.”
I pursed my lips.
“Why are you blushing?”
“No reason.”
“Lucyyy.”
“This is going to sound so stupid.”
“What?”
“I demand you forget I said it as soon as I tell you.”
Fiona lifted three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“I thought you never made it past Brownie level?”
“What do you want then? A pinky swear?”
“That would be sufficient.”
“Okay, I pinky swear,” she said, lifting a pinky in the air. “Now tell me the stupid thing.”
I took a deep breath. “When I was washing Aiden’s hair- how do I say this-”
“With words. C’mon already.”
“It was kind of intense.”
“Go on.”
“Like normally it’s just part of the job, but washing his hair…”
“What?”
“I think I was kind of turned on by it.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Really?”
“Of course not,” Fiona said. “Aiden is super hot. I think any woman would wet their panties if they were massaging either of his heads.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I know you like to pretend he’s nothing special,” she said. “I know you think you’re above that because you knew him back when he used to pick his nose and eat it.”
“He never did that.”
She laughed. “It was just an example. You know what I mean.” She took a small bite of her pizza and then covered her mouth while she kept talking. “The point is, you may have brain washed your mind into thinking he’s not delicious, but your body speaks a different language.”
I bit my bottom lip.
She swallowed. “Shit, just thinking about his lone dimple is enough to get me wet, and he’s not even my type.”
“Jesus.”
“Just saying. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“No?”
“So what if you got a little turned on? You’re only human. It’s not like you tried to jump his bones.”
“No,” I said. But the thought crossed my mind.