Page 20 of Knights Game

I snort. “I’m not telling anyone, and neither can you. They're dangerous.”

“And hot.”

“You have no idea.”

“But you’re okay though?” she asks, reaching over and grabbing my hand. “Apart from the nightmares?”

“I will be, it’s just bubbled up again, temporarily.” I hope.

“You can tell me anything, Lay, you know that. I will never judge, I love you.” She squeezes my hand. “You should have told me last week. You’ve been a right old crabby bitch. So, tell me from the top, I want a play-by-play.”

I laugh and wipe at a rogue tear. The weight that has been holding me down for the past two weeks has lifted. Finally. I fill her in on the full events of the evening, and by the time I’m finished, she’s gaping.

“I’m speechless. And that never happens.”

“Maybe I need to look into organised crime for an extra source of income,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.

Katy laughs then relaxes back into the tiles, stretching her legs out in front of her. “Nah, you’re too sweet for that, besides your conscience would explode. I, on the other hand, I’d own a brothel.”

I snort out a laugh.

She’s quiet and contemplative. Katy eventually asks, “Did you call citizens advice?”

“Not yet, I will though. You’re right, I can’t go on like this.”

“Hallelujah. Finally.” She shifts, knocking my shoulder. “Maybe you hit your head the other night too.”

“Alright.” I pinch her arm, and she laughs, batting my hand away. “I won’t move Grandad though. I refuse to do that. I’ll check the will and take it from there.”

“Well, that’s progress anyway. So back to the dark and mysterious Luca. Have you seen him since?”

“Why would I see him?

“Come on, aren’t you a little bit intrigued. He’s probably got an amazing cock.”

“Jesus, Katy.” I laugh and she snorts in a giggle. “I bet he has though. The things I’d do to it, I swear when I replay back that night, when he pushed me against that sink, I could feel everything. And I mean everything.” I waggle my eyebrows, and she laughs. “I keep imagining he kissed me, and I wrapped my legs around him and we did the dirty right there in the room with his friend watching.”

“I knew it! You’re not the prude you portray. That’s filthy!” She pushes her tongue into her cheek and makes a crude sign with her fist, and we both fall about in a fit of giggles.

“Oh, God, you’re right. I did need this.”

“Of course, I’m right, but I’m also melting. I’m going to check out that shower walk thing, you coming?”

“Nah. I’ll meet you later.”

“Okay, no touching yourself in here thinking of Luca’s cock.”

“Too late.”

“You dirty bitch.”

I stifle a laugh.

“I have no idea what the time is, but if I’m not by our loungers I’ve realised I’m running late and had to leave. So, I’ll see you at the house.”

“I still can’t believe you’re ‘pretending to work’.” I grin and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m ‘working from home’,” she says, with air quotes.

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