Page 86 of Perfect

“Connor is one of them I take it?” The question pushed its way between the tightest of lips.

Ella’s brow furrowed, her eyes impaling me. My own stare must have resembled glass at that point.

“Shit, no. Not Connor at all.How could you think that?” She physically recoiled.

Hope surged.Or was she lying?

My eyes studied her horrified expression. She was no actress. Shemusthave been telling the truth.

So, itwasn’tConnor. We were surely running out of boys now. At least the ones that I knew.

I was stumped and so wanted to point out, ‘I thought that because of howweirdyou were with me that first day? Like you were warning me off him?’ I almost fired back at her but of course, I didn’t. I was too busy bathing in the fact that her sex orgy didn’t appear to involve the guy whose surname I had written after my own (to see how it looked) that very morning. Itdefinitelyworked.

“Well,whothen?”

Then a thought occurred to me. “Nathan?” I blurted. Of course, Nathan was one of them. Shit.

Ella’s frown dropped away and a glint of surprise crossed her features.

“It’s that obvious?” she said mirroring my comment about Connor during the night of the club.

I shook my head and rolled back on my heels slightly to give her my best-pointed look.

“Not really. He just said something in the pub a few weeks ago which I thought was weird. And come to think of it, he was disappointed when you didn’t show up for his party.”

I paused to allow her to interject but she remained silent and pushed her nibbled fingers back into her pockets.

“So, spill it. I’m half-right?”

A flush now stained her cheeks. Was she embarrassed because she revealed she’d had a threesome?

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. I know a few girls that have done it.”

The frown was back.

“Done what?” she put in, now looking thoroughly confused.

I was starting to lose the will.

“Had a threesome,” I blurted.

From the look on her face, I was totally barking up the wrong tree.

“Fuck, hell no! It’s not like that at all!”

I can honestly say at that point, I was thoroughly bamboozled. Ella’s reaction was off the chart. She dragged her hands from her pockets, slapped her hand against her mouth, which held the widest grin ever and burst into full-on belly laughs. It was rather high pitched with the occasional pig grunt in there. It wasnotattractive.

I grinned, the infectious laughter lighting up my own face.

“What? It’s like we’re speaking in two different languages,” I chided in between giggles.

We both stood there laughing like hyenas for a few minutes, the ice was well and truly broken again.

Once we had both recovered, I staggered over to a tree stump which looked a fair enough size for both our non-existent arses. Ella followed me, rubbing at her now red eyes. Running from laughter I must add, notfrom crying.

“Sorry, I just got the giggles. The thought of the two guys in question together in any way intimately is wrong in every sense of the word.”

The penny wasn’t just dropped, it was hurled at my head.

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