Page 70 of Biker's Enemy

"Mr. Hollingsworth is just a boring guy who spends all day in his office," I mutter.

I don't even know why I'm suddenly clamming up like this. I guess I've never had a guy to talk about, so I don't know what to say. What types of things can you tell your best friend? I don't want to tell Juliette about my nipples. Or how Tanner's dick feels.

Is that even girl talk?

Juliette laughs. "Right. Hunter has a boring side too."

"Mr. Hollingsworth doesn't pay any attention to me or Avery. Seriously."

"You are such a liar," Juliette says.

"I am not."

"Why are you even lying?" she says. "There's nothing wrong with fucking your boss. Come on... It's not like he would let you sleep with anyone else."

Juliette has a mischievous glint in her eye that makes me want to shrivel up and die. I used to feel like there were two types of big girls -- cool and funny big girls and then awkward big girls. I was always the awkward one and I still don't get how Juliette can be so... relaxed.

"I didn't sleep with him," I say, doubling down on my lie, even if she's totally going to drag it out of me.

"Oh. My. God. Quin. Stop lying or I swear, I'll beat your ass."

"You can't beat my ass," I tease her. "You're a mom."

Juliette wriggles her eyebrows. "Exactly. My ass whooping genes have finally reached their peak."

"I don't care about Tanner, I just want to get Avery back."

"HA!" Juliette screams.

"What?"

"You called him Tanner."

"That's his name..."

"It's suspicious," she says, circling me like she's planning to salt me and put me on the grill.

I sigh and stick my hand out in an effort to get some personal space.

"You do not have to try to smell the lie on me."

"So you do smell like a lie," Juliette says, standing back and folding her arms.

I can't take it anymore.

"Okay, fine. I slept with Tanner. Happy?!"

"YES!" Juliette says. "YES!"

Okay... She's a little too excited.

"I told Hunter I would get you to confess. I won a hundred dollars... I won a hundred dollars..." Juliette starts shaking her ass like GloRilla, popping her booty all over me.

"You were betting on my sex life with your husband?"

"I'll give you half," Juliette says, looking back at it with her tongue out and continuing to remorselessly twerk on me.

I give her ass a hard smack which causes her to squeak and dart away from me.

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