Page 9 of Like a Boss

Hannah gasps while I cover my face with my hand. “Just say it. I’m the world’s biggest slut.”

Hannah’s laugh floats across the room. “Actually, I was going to say you’re one lucky girl. Looks like my lectures have finally paid off. So… how was he?”

“Han,” I groan. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Too bad. Meet me at Andrew’s Place in an hour.” Before I have a chance to object, the line goes dead.

So typical of Hannah—she always has to have the last word.

“So, tell me everything. And I meaneverything.” She stresses her point by waggling her fair eyebrows up and down.

“There’s not much to tell,” I lie, my cheeks revealing my dishonesty.

“Oh, bullshit. You’re redder than that hickie on your neck.”

My hand flies to my throat while Hannah laughs. “Baylee, you’re twenty-six, not fourteen. You don’t have to hide your hickies. Wear ‘em with pride.”

“Yeah, I do,” I argue, sinking low in my seat. “This just shows the world that I allowed some stranger man to chew on my neck while he had his hands down my pants.”

I don’t realize I’m shouting until the lady next to us slaps her gaping husband’s arm. “Oh my god, Hannah, is this normal?” I thankfully whisper this time, much to the dismay of my male audience.

“What is?” she casually asks, salting her eggs.

“This feeling of… I don’t know… shame, embarrassment… wanting to do it all over again,” I shyly add.

Hannah looks up at me in awe. “He wasthatgood?”

“Yes, he really was. I didn’t even know I could… you know,” I say, using my hands to fill in the blanks.

“What?” She cocks a brow.

“Come,” I whisper behind my hand. “That many times.”

“How many times?” she asks, pursing her lips.

I avert my eyes. “Four.”

“Four!” This time, it’s her turn to yell.

“Yes,” I reply with a faraway smile. “It was amazing.Hewas amazing. So different to Scott.”

“And that’s a good thing, right?”

I meet her curious gaze. “Totally. But he was kind of rough. And he liked to talk dirty,” I confess, blushing all over again.

Hannah grins. “I never thought you’d be into the kinky stuff.”

Shaking my head, I explain, “No, not like that. It was like he couldn’t wait to get into my pants.”

“That’s hot.” Hannah fans herself while I nod. “Was he a good kisser?”

I bite my lip, ashamed. “I don’t know. We didn’t kiss. We didn’t even fully get undressed. I mean, he only saw my bottom half.”

Hannah’s eyes widen. “Wow, he really couldn’t wait.”

“He was an arrogant, cocky jerk. But he was also gentle in his own way. He called me Bluebird,” I confess, reaching for my coffee.

Hannah mulls over what I just said. “So, you kind of hated him, but secretly, you loved what he was doing to you?”

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