Page 5 of Sinful Temptations

I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Next tour. I promise.”

Zali’s smile lit up her face. “We should FaceTime more often.”

“I agree. I miss you.”

“Yeah, I miss you too, babe.” She adjusted her bra strap. “Oh hey, while I think of it, you still wearing those fucking ugly bolder holders?”

I chuckled. “Of course.”

“Toss those fucking things out and get yourself some sexy lingerie. Time to spice it up, girlfriend.”

I burst out laughing. “Okay, I will.”

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

“Wish I could come shopping with you. The only bras I’ve been wearing are these fucking maternity ones, and trust me, they’re as ugly as white stockings on a naked obese man.”

“Oh jeez. Thanks for that image.”

“I know, right? Disgusting. I mean it, babe. It’s time for you to pamper yourself. God knows you deserve it. Let your hair down.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Oh, and tell me you’re practicing safe sex.”

I paused. My mind tumbled to Oscar tearing open that condom packet.

“Daisy! You don’t want to add VD to your list of firsts.”

“I know. It’s just I never thought?—”

“Fucking hell. Not thinking will have you ending up a single mom like me. Or worse, with pimples the size of volcanos on your vagina.”

“Oh, God. Okay, I will. I will. I’ll buy condoms today.”

“And go to the docs and get the pill. Double it up. Hell, get an implant too while you’re at it.”

She giggled, and I laughed along with her. “Don’t worry. I will.”

“You don’t want me coming over there and spanking that non-existent ass of yours, do you?”

I twirled a curly lock around my finger. “Actually . . .”

“Daisy! Ha, I love it, babe. It’s so nice seeing you smile.”

“Thanks.”

“Mom, what’re you doing? Mom!” The image on the screen wobbled sideways and landed on Zali’s ceiling while she talked in soothing tones to her mother, attempting to get her to sit at the kitchen table.

A minute or so later, Zali returned to the image. “Sorry, babe. Mom just got up.”

“That’s okay. I understand.”

“Shit!” She rolled her eyes. “Gotta go. Mom’s rummaging through the cupboards. She’s probably looking for the dog biscuits again. Silly old broad eats them.”

“She doesn’t?”

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