Page 69 of Pretty Little Thing

I extend my hand. “Give it to me.”

“No,” Trix says.

“Give it to me. Give it to me. Trix. Give it to me.”

She snorts. “Jesus, is this what sex with you is like?”

I pop off the floor but Trix is much too close. She grabs the phone before I do.

“Okay, okay!” she says, swiping the screen. “I’ll tell him to back off.”

“Tell him you are not interested in continuing a physical relationship with him, nor are you looking to begin an emotional one,” I say, my words slurring. “You need to set some boundaries with him.”

Melanie shakes her head. “If a guy is aggressive enough, that won’t work. It just turns them on.”

“Then, what do you suggest she do?”

She shrugs. “Kill him?”

“Well.” Trix cringes. “That’s a dick pic.”

My head snaps toward Melanie at the same time she looks at me. We both bolt off the floor and rush to stand behind Trix’s shoulders to get a closer look.

“Ladies,” Trix sighs, “meet the very best part of all my bad decisions.”

My jaw drops at his impressive girth. “Whoa.”

Melanie giggles. “Not bad, Marky.”

“Indeed.” Trix clicks her tongue. “Too bad it’s connected to an overbearing, possessive jerk.”

I pat her inked shoulder on the way to my spot on the floor. “Boundaries,” I say.

“Yeah, I know.” She taps out a message and sends it off. “We’ll see how he takes that…”

Melanie plunks down on her cushion again. “I’ve never received a dick pic.”

I blink. “Really?”

“Never,” she says.

“My Black Book profile gets them all the time. I finally had to stop checking it and created a new one with a fake identity.”

Trix leans up. “Wait, Robbie never sent you a picture of his junk? That can’t be right.”

Melanie shakes her head. “Never not once. However, the bathroom mirror drawings were a pretty accurate representation, I have to admit.”

Trix exhales hard at the ceiling. “How are we all single? Can I just point out how utterly unfair that is?”

“You noticed that, too, huh?” I mutter.

“I honestly can’t remember the last time we were all in relationships at the same time.” She pauses. “Have we ever all been in relationships at the same time?”

“I don’t think so,” I say, thinking back.

“Well,” Melanie grunts from the floor, “you gals can mope all you want. I, for one, love being single. I can do whatever I want, whenever I please. I can receive flowers from strangers without anyone pissing a bitch about it. It’s great.”

Trix looks at her. “There’s nothing you miss about being in a relationship?”

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