Page 50 of The Spy Ring

SEVENTEEN

Tiffany

“Damn, that’s cold,”Morgana said as she lifted the teacup to her lips.

“I know, right. Even I wouldn’t be that harsh,” Aria said taking a bite from a small pastry with a strawberry on it.

“What about you, Evaleen? Am I that terrible?” I asked knowing Evaleen would have my back.

It had been two days since I’d left Jagger on the sidewalk outside my building to get my son from his sleepover. I knew how I reacted to that kiss wasn’t right.

Ahh, that kiss. It was even better than I fantasized it would be. And I had imagined Jagger’s lips on me a lot over the last few weeks. That man knew what to do with his mouth. And the way he untangled my hair . . . I thought I was going to orgasm right then and there.

Who knew taking out a braid could cause all the blood to race down to my vagina waiting for action?

“Did he say something bad to you after the kiss?” Evaleen asked as she nibbled on a chocolate chai scone.

“No. He only said something when I asked if he was feeling well enough to go home.” I reached over and took the delicate white teacup with a brown design covering the top half, and took a sip.

“Hmm,” Evaleen said as she sat back in the creamy upholstered seat. “What did he say?”

“I guess,” I said before lifting the tea to my lips again and wondering how long she was going to stare at me. How long they all were going to stare at me.

“You guess what?” Aria asked.

“No, that’s what Jagger said, ‘I guess.’”

“Oh,” they all chimed in at the same time.

“Then what do you think, Evaleen?” I asked noticing how much she wasn’t looking at me now.

Evaleen went through a range of facial expressions. Some I had never seen on her before. She finally settled on one—pity.

“You should have at least asked if you could talk to him later. Even if it was to let him down.”

Darn it to heck.

I felt bad with how I reacted to Jagger. There had barely been a free moment of time that I hadn’t gone over my lack of response, or the kiss before it, in my head. I was hoping when I came to Morgana’s bridal shower at The Lemington for afternoon tea today that my friends would tell me I did the right thing. Even lie if they had to.

“Ugh, I knew it. I got worried.”

“About a kiss? Or was there something wrong with David? That would explain why you ran off,” Aria asked after she swallowed the last bite of her pastry. “You know what? These are really good.” It was hard to understand her with her mouth full of confection.

“No, not about the kiss. And, there was nothing wrong with David. He only needed to be picked up from the sleepover. I guess it was about everything. How long it’s been for me and he’s a government agent,” I said.

“Was. Was a government agent. He’s a free player now.” Evaleen winked at me.

Everyone went silent at the table.

“Evaleen, did you just wink at Tiffany?” Morgana asked.

“Yes. There’s nothing wrong with winking at someone,” she said picking some pieces off her scone and popping them in her mouth.

“Edgar is rubbing off on you.” Morgana chuckled.

“Anyway, Drake. Where’s your mom and grandmother? I thought for sure they’d be joining us,” Evaleen said.

Morgana shook her head. “Mom said she’s too busy giving the baker specific instructions and tutorials about my upcoming wedding cake.”

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