Page 68 of Tempt Me

“Where was she?”

“Halfway through grocery shopping.”

I could just imagine her abandoning the shopping and sprinting to her car.

“Want a drink?”

“A water, please.”

He stood and walked toward the kitchen. “I’d ask you what happened, but you’ll just have to repeat it when she gets here.”

I groaned and plonked my head on the table.

Calvin touched my shoulder as he placed a glass of water down. “Just tell me you’re okay. You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

His concern nearly brought me to tears, and I shook my head. “No. No. Nothing like that.”

“Oh, good.” He rubbed his hands together. “I can’t wait to hear this.”

I gulped back the water.

“No wonder you’re getting these guys. You look amazing.”

Coming from Calvin, that was like winning an Oscar. “Thanks.”

“I mean it. Clayton told me how much he enjoyed your date.”

Oh, Jesus.

I felt like a two-timing bitch.

What would he think of me if he knew what I was doing?Jesus.

I plonked my head on the table again and tried to force my racing heart to calm down as I waited out the silence.

A squeal of tires announced Lolly’s arrival, and she bounced through the doorway about two seconds later.

“Holy fuck, babe, this’s so exciting.” She pushed her perky boobs into my shoulder as she hugged me.

“Calvin, get the champagne and glasses. Us girls have got some serious chatting to do.” I didn’t even bother pointing out that it was only nine-thirty in the morning.

“And me,” Calvin protested, and I groaned at his enthusiasm.

I looked up and saw Lolita trying to shoo Calvin away quietly with her hand. His expression showed utter devastation.

The second he was out of earshot, Lolita clutched my hand in hers. “First, are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “And no.”

“Okay, that’s good. That’s good. So, start at the beginning and tell me everything.”

“Can I at least have some clothes first?”

Her eyes lit up, and I knew what was coming. She jumped up, ogled down my coat, and burst out laughing. “You’re naked. Hey, honey, Jane’s naked.”

“What?” Calvin called from the kitchen.

I was tempted to stab my eyeball with the wrought-iron candelabra beautifully centered on the table.

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