“Yes. He’s hot and seems funny and smart,” Rayna said. “I haven’t had sex in months. I’m banging him, Emma. I deserve to have an orgasm that doesn’t come from a damn toy, and Friday night, I’m getting that orgasm. Hell, I’m getting multiple orgasms.”
“Yeah, you are, and you’re gonna have a smooth muff when you do it.” Arianna held out her fist, and Rayna bumped it. “Drop your pants and hop up on the table, Ray-Ray.”
Rayna laughed. “I can wax my own muff, Arianna.”
Arianna gave her a skeptical look. “Can you? It’s not, like, as easy as it sounds.”
“I think I can handle it, but thank you,” Rayna said.
“Okay, but make sure you do it tonight or tomorrow night. You don’t want to wax the same night as your date. Trust me on this,” Arianna said.
Rayna nodded. “I’ve got it covered, and thank you for letting me use your waxing supplies.”
“Of course,” Arianna said. She stood and grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair. “If you don’t need me to wax your muff, I’m gonna go. I told Oliver I’d stop by the Whiskey Grill for appies with him. Make sure you call me on Saturday and tell me how the sex was with Jasper.”
“I most definitely will not,” Rayna said.
Arianna pouted at her. “You’re no fun, but I love you anyway, Ray-Ray.”
“Love you too,” Rayna said.
She waited until Arianna had left before saying, “Don’t say it, Emma.”
“I’m not saying anything,” Emma said.
“No, but I know you’re thinking it. You think I shouldn’t sleep with Jasper because I’m attracted to Stark, but trust me when I say that after last night, I am no longer even remotely attracted to that jerk.”
“I’ll admit that he was a colossal dick last night, but it’s why I’m concerned about your plan to sleep with Jasper,” Emma said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just wondering if your sudden decision to sleep with Jasper is more of a retaliation against Stark rather than an actual desire to bang Jasper.”
“Jasper is sexy and, unlike his cousin, has an actual personality,” Rayna said. “I’m sleeping with him because I’m attracted to him.”
“Okay, then I fully support your decision,” Emma said.
“Good. Now, I need your help deciding what to wear on this date. It needs to be sexy but functional for ice skating,” Rayna said.
“Lead me to your closet, girl,” Emma said with a smile.
As they left the kitchen and headed upstairs, Rayna ignored the guilty churning of her stomach. She wasn’t outright lying to Emma. She did find Jasper attractive, and sleeping with him had nothing to do with Stark.
Girl, please. Jasper might be good looking, but we both know you don’t have a lick of attraction to him. Are you really going through with this just because you’re pissed that Stark doesn’t want to fuck you?
She ignored her inner voice. What did she know anyway?
“You look sad, Isaac.”
“Just tired. It was a long week.” Stark forced a smile at his mother, wishing he’d listened to his instincts and texted rather than video chatted.
“You can’t lie to me, sweet boy.”
He rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’m not sad, just… annoyed with myself. I’ve been a bastard all week because of it. Everyone is avoiding me at work, and I’m pretty sure Hollis is going to either quit or murder me.”
His mother laughed. “My money is on murdering. Hollis is a lovely woman but not one to be trifled with.”
“I can’t blame her. I’ve been a total ass ever since…”