Page 85 of Sinful Escape

Does that make it any more acceptable?

After a long hot shower, I put on my PJs, grabbed my phone, and crawled into bed.

Zali was seven hours behind me; that made it five a.m. in Illinois. Guessing she’d be awake, I sent her a text.

Hey babe, how was your night?

You’re alive. YAY. I’ve been thinking about you and Oscar all night. So . . . how was it?

It was good

Good? Hmmm. Are you okay?

Zali had the intuition of a lioness on the prowl.

Yes I’m fine. He was a gentleman

Fine. Good. Ok, cough up. What’s wrong? And don’t say nothing. I can feel your negative vibes from here

I don’t know. That’s the problem

Did you have sex?

Yes

Ok did he look after you? Or was he all slam, bam, thank you, ma’am

Both. He did amazing things to me, then suddenly, it was all over

Sounds like every guy I’ve fucked, except the amazing things bit. I’m jealous

I paused. Was that what all men were like?

Seriously babe. If you enjoyed it, you should be happy

Yeah, I know. It’s just, afterward, he offered to call me a cab

Riiiggght, he still sounds like a gentleman

Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of it like that.

But it was right after. I didn’t even finish my champagne

He bought you champagne! WOW you hit the jackpot. Did you get his number?

It was just like Zali to put a positive spin on everything.

You’re right. I’m being silly

As long as silly doesn’t have you comparing yourself to your fucked-up mother

Oh, God.

Hell no

I lied.

Thank Christ! You’re nothing like that bitch

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