Page 129 of Sin Bin

“My father’s girlfriend has a close friend who’s a Realtor with super wealthy clients,” she went on to explain. “Trish is awesome and we get along great. I called her a couple days after I moved to Denver just to let her know how things were going. During our conversation, she mentioned that she’d just sold a mansion to none other than Thiago Cervantes.”

“Seriously?” the others exclaimed.

“Yes! I was so excited!” Meadow gushed, practically bouncing in her seat. “I had been trying to come up with the perfect birthday gift for Logan. It’s hard to choose gifts for a guy who has everything and can buy himself pretty much anything he wants. When Trish told me about his childhood idol buying a home in Vegas, I couldn’t believe my luck! I asked Trish if Thiago would be willing to autograph a pair of boxing gloves for Logan. I was going to buy the gloves and mail them so he could sign them before he went back to Argentina. But it worked out even better because he wanted to sign an old pair of his gloves instead!”

“Aww,” the girls cooed, laying their hands over their hearts. “That’s so amazing, Meadow!”

“I know, right?” She beamed ecstatically. “I can’t wait to give those autographed gloves to Logan. He doesn’t celebrate his birthday and I don’t want to risk upsetting him. So he’ll get his gift the day after.” She paused, struck by a sudden wave of uncertainty. “I hope he’ll like it—”

“Are you kidding?” Nadia exclaimed. “Of course he’ll like it! Not only are autographed boxing gloves rare and valuable, but you’re giving him a pair that belonged to his childhood hero. He’ll totally appreciate the fact that you remembered the story he shared with you.”

“Absolutely,” Bianca and Scarlett agreed. “Your gift is perfect. He’s gonna love it. Don’t worry.”

Jess sighed. “It is a terrific gift, and I’m sure he’ll cherish it forever. But that doesn’t have to be the only birthday present you give him.”

Meadow shifted uncomfortably. “What do you mean?”

Jess smiled a wicked smile. “If he was my man, I’d give him some bomb ass pussy. I’d have that sexy motherfucker screaming my name and speaking languages he didn’t even know!”

As the others burst out laughing, Meadow blushed and pushed her glasses up her nose. “Logan and I don’t have that kind of relationship,” she said primly. “We’re just friends.”

“Just friends, huh?” Jess’s eyes gleamed knowingly. “So you won’t mind if he sneaks off with some bunny during the party? ’Cause you know those skanks are just salivating at the chance to get their hands on the birthday boy. What better way for a manwhore to celebrate the milestone occasion than with a wild threesome? Hell, knowing his track record, it’ll probably be a foursome!”

The thought turned Meadow’s stomach.

Jess heaved an exaggerated sigh. “But I’m sure you won’t mind at all.”

The others gave Meadow sympathetic looks. She kind of hated Jess right now.

Swirling the straw around in her drink, Jess grinned at Meadow. “So you’re really sticking to the story that you and Logan are just friends?”

“We are,” Meadow insisted.

“Really?” The word dripped skepticism. “Have you guys ever kissed?”

Meadow blushed, bit her lip and nodded.

Jess grinned. “Have you ever made out?”

“Jess,” Nadia warned.

“Have you?” Jess prodded.

Meadow squirmed in her seat. “Yes.”

Jess leaned forward like an interrogator, a diabolical gleam in her eyes. “Has any part of him been inside any part of you?”

“Jessilyn!” Nadia said in a scandalized hiss.

As Meadow blushed furiously, Jess threw back her head and shrieked with knowing laughter.

Nadia gave Meadow an apologetic look.

Bianca and Scarlett looked like they wanted to press her for more details.

Crossing her legs under the table, Meadow mumbled, “We haven’t had sex—”

“Not yet,” Jess declared audaciously, “but you’re almost there if he’s already finger-fucking you!”

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