Page 86 of Tease Me

At the top of the page, I wroteJackson and Mickey Room 33, and I giggled as I wroteDouble Troublenext to their names.

In great detail, I described what we did, and then I wrote about my mental anguish over what I’d done.

My mind flitted to Calvin knowing about Lolita’s threesomes. I honestly believed their openness to discuss their past relationships was what made their love for one another so strong.

Secrets were what tore people apart.

The inability to discuss with your partner what turned you on and what didn’t could only lead to disaster, or worse, one person in the relationship being unsatisfied.Thismay be the root of many breakups.

At the bottom of the page, I wrote,I feel so good about this sexual experience that I’d feel comfortable telling a future partner all about it.

Writing everything down was cathartic.I truly felt a weight off my shouldershaving worked through that ethical debate.

This year was allowing me to become a confident, sexual woman. My only hope was that the man of my dreams would be willing to share his true feelings about our sex life with honesty and without malice.

I closed the diary, and as I strolled to the kitchen, eager to satisfy my grumbling stomach, I tried to picture who the man of my dreams would be.By the timeI sat on my balcony with an egg and lettuce sandwich smothered in mayonnaise, awonderfulglow washed through me because I had no doubt that come Christmas this year, I would find the man of my dreams.

Maybe I already had.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lolly powerwalked from the gym to the Blue Haven Café, but after the workout she’d just put me through, I had no intention of trying to keep up.By the timeI arrived at my usual seat, she was impatiently tapping her long red fingernails on the tabletop.

“All right, I’m ready,” Lolly said the second I sat opposite her. “Did you have the threesome? I bet you did.”

I flicked my ponytail over my shoulder and grinned.“You need to order cheesecake with your tea.”

“Bloody hell, babe. You’re killing me. I want to hear every fucking detail.” Lolly was way too loud for a coffee shop at eight-thirtyon aTuesday morning. “Did you like it?”

I couldn’t help but grin as I looked into her intense,inquisitiveeyes. “It was . . . it was . . .” I gazedout tothe ocean, searching for the perfect word to describe the experience.

“What can I get you, ladies?” Matt’s timing was impeccable.

Lolita clenched her jaw, and I was surprised she hadn’t told the grumpy waiter to go away.

“What’s the special today?” I saved him from Lolly’s all-out attack.

“We have pavlova slice with fresh berries and a mandarin coulis.”

“Sounds perfect.I’ll have that with whipped cream and a skinny cappuccinoin a mug.”I pointed my finger at Lolita. “And she’s having the New York baked cheesecake.”

Lolly rolled her eyes.

“With extra cream, too,” I said.

She poked her tongue out as if she’dbeen poisoned.

“Do you still want green tea?” I ignored her exaggeration.

She nodded, and Matt jotted our order in his notebook and then silently slinked from our table.

“You made the bet.” I grinned at Lolita.

“You’re trying to kill me.” She wriggled in her seat. “Now, tell me all about your threesome before I explode.”

She was hopeless with suspense, and as I contemplated teasing her a little longer, I adjusted my chairso I had a better view of boththe walking traffic and the rolling waves.

“I decided to wear my Poison Ivy costume. You know, the green satin one I wore for Batman?”

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