Page 82 of Devious Gambit

I caught a look from Lise and realized I’d uttered, ‘one’s enough’ aloud, not that Gretta had caught on, she was too busy munching on items from the cheese platter.

“I mean, one bottle of ch-champagne is enough,” I corrected, wiping something from my forehead only to find my own hair was the irritation. Oh yeah, that’s right, I got bangs and they’ll likely annoy living crap out of me.

“You look so hot right now, Rhys,” Lise stated. “If I bat for the other team, I’d be trying to get into your knickers.” She giggled. “Knickers, like they say in England.”

“You’re drunk,” I reminded her.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Basically,” Gretta started, “you can forget about that Jace dude, ‘cos there’ll be a ton of guys lining up to take you out for dinner.”

“What happened with Hayden?” Lise enquired.

“Nothing. He took me out for dinner and we caught up like old friends. I think he’s seeking a rebound.”

Both girls groaned in disappointment.

“I might have to resign to the fact, that I’m never going to succeed at this man-catching thing,” I announced. “Unfortunately, I can’t join the cloister, but-”

Lise gasped, making me jump. “Did Jace and you…you know?”

“What?”

“Harvest the golden apple,” Gretta clarified, sort of.

“Yes.”

They sighed together.

“How was it?” Lise asked.

“He was…gentle and made sure I had an orgasm.”

They sighed again.

“I wish my first experience was like that,” Lise stated as she dropped her eyes down, despondently. We didn’t need to talk about the hell Lise had been through since age fourteen, but at least she’s with a good man now. Tris would do anything for her, possibly to his own detriment.

“He gave me lessons in different positions,” I added and they cracked up laughing. “Anyway, I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”

“C’mon, Rhys,” Gretta crowed, “give us some dirt. Is he well-hung?”

“I can’t fit the whole thing in my mouth,” I told them and again they giggled. “Is that normal? I’ve only ever seen one penis, so I don’t really know how big they’re supposed to be.”

“Ooooh weee!” Gretta sang, while Lise was in hysterics. “You had a mule in your bed.”

“You know he took me to see my crim daddy,” I revealed. It was the booze that was making me open up. Normally, I was terribly private and kept secrets close to my chest. Not that I had many secrets, until recently.

They fell silent.

“Ha! That shut you up.”

“I didn’t know you had a crim daddy,” Gretta enquired.

“That’s where we went last week. To Stillwater, Minnesota, so he could take me to the level four correction facility.”

“Level four? My daddy’s in a level four for murder,” Lise stated.

“My daddy beats your daddy,” I confessed sarcastically, holding three fingers.

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