Page 4 of Tempt Me

“Come on, babe, stop holding out on me.” She tapped her long red nails on the table.

I let out a deep breath. “It happened after my shift.”

“Did you finally have sex?”

I cocked my head. “Will you let me talk!”

“Sorry.” She flicked her long blonde ponytail over her shoulder. “Carry on.”

“He was tall, dark, and handsome—I know it’s cliché, but it’s true. And smart; he’s a computer technician. He had really nice hands and seemed gentle. That’s what appealed to me.”

“Yes, yes, but what was his cock like?”

“Lolly!”

“What?”

The waiter arrived with impeccable timing and placed our drinks and my cupcake on the table. Lolita showed her frustration by tapping her long pink fingernails on the table, and I chuckled at her. She was so damn impatient I wouldn’t be surprised if she booted Matt out of the way.

She lived for gossip like this, although I trusted her not to tell anyone about my dirty little secret. Except for her husband, of course—she’d told me many times that she and Calvin talked about everything.

The second the waiter left, she clutched my wrist. “You’re killing me. Tell me before I explode.” She released her grip, and as she pinned her stunning blue eyes on me, she picked up her green tea.

I stirred my coffee, trying to work out where to start. “So, I wasn’t going to do it?—”

“Have sex, you mean?” She nodded.

I rolled my eyes. “Right. I hadn’t intended on having sex. This time, I decided not to go to this man right after my shift as I normally do, so I went to him in the afternoon. Something about that time of day, something about him . . .” I shrugged. “I don’t know . . . it was just right.”

“Good on you, babe. It’s about time. So, did he blow your mind?”

“He was amazing. So gentle.”

“What? So, he didn’t fuck your brains out?”

I laughed. Lolita really was a piece of work, but in the nicest possible way. “It wasn’t like that. Besides, after three years without a man inside me, I didn’t want to be split in half.”

Lolita tilted her head back and laughed so hard I saw right down her throat. “Jeez, babe, you’re a riot.”

“It’s true. If you saw what the Jamaican drummer had, you’d be scared too.”

She wriggled her eyebrows. “I’m sure Memphis could take it.”

I slapped her arm. “Don’t make me sorry I told you that name.” I’d kept the name of my naughty alter-ego a secret from her for fourteen weeks. I hope she doesn’t make me regret telling her.

She tapped her nose. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Don’t even tell Cal.”

She looked up to the right and chewed on her lip.

“You already told him? Lolly!”

“Cal and I don’t keep secrets. You know that.”

She gave me one of her cute little smiles that seemed to allow her to get away with anything. Calvin and Lolly shared everything, and she thrived on gossip, so there was always something juicy to talk about. It was one of the other reasons why I loved her company—our conversations were never boring.

My mind shifted to my last steamy encounter with the couple and how I’d considered keeping it a secret from her. Especially because Lolly told Calvin everything. I couldn’t stand Cal knowing what I did.

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