Page 59 of Better Left Unsaid

She rolled her eyes. “It’s her dimples, isn’t it? Brady and I don’t know where those came from. They don’t run in our family, and Brady doesn’t have them. Must be someone on his side, and he just forgot.” She exhaled. “Anyway, where’s Dom? His car’s outside.” Damn that car. This would be the second time it was going to get us in trouble.

I looked around stupidly. “Uhh… he’s not here. Just his car. He left it here.”

“Oh, why?”

“I don’t know. He had some reason, but I wasn’t listening.” Oooh, that made me sound like a bitch, didn’t it? At least it didn’t make it sound like I just came all over a toy while he sat there and watched.

Pouting, Allie looked at me. “What’s the deal with you lately?”I’ve been screwing my best friend more frequently because we were both very horny. Oh, and I had my first orgasm.

I turned my gaze to my water bottle. “My deal?” Play it off like she was so off base it was ridiculous. Yeah, that sounded like it might work.

Allie heaved the biggest sigh. “You’re quite possibly one of the most difficult people to nail down. And you’re acting weird. Like something’s up.”

Was I? I didn’t think I was. To start, I recently went to the nail salon with Isabella, Perla, and Bianca—that made me accessible. So there you go, point proven. Although, that didn’t stop my mind from racing to Dom and all the times we were. . . otherwise occupied. My cheeks burned and I knew they were turning fifty shades of red. Damn it. I was blushing a lot.Way to give yourself away, Maria.“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I’m not that hard to—”

Allie didn’t even let me finish my thought. She gasped loudly and pointed an accusatory finger in my face. “Ohmigod! You’re hard to nail down because someone is nailing you down!” she shouted, feeling mighty pleased with herself right about now based on the ridiculously wide smile on her face. It practically went from ear to ear. “It’s all over your face,” she said, eyeing me closely.

“Don’t give me the up-down!” I returned, giving it right back to her, my eyes going from her feet to her face. “Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

But Allie didn’t seem to care one way or the other. She only shook her head. “You’re totally having sex and, like, a lot of it.”

Geez, what is she, the sex police?

When I didn’t answer, she continued, waggling her brows and dancing around in a circle, swaying her ass. Glad she was enjoying this. “I’m right, I’m right, I’m right,” she chanted in a sing-song voice that had me rolling my eyes.

“Yes, Allie, fine, I’m having sex.”The good news? She hadn’t a clue who it was with. That was all that really mattered, right? The cat wasn’t out of the bag. It was still securely in the bag. All right, that sounded weird, but you got me.

“Oooh! I knew it! With who?”

With who? With who?All right, echoing the question multiple times wasn’t helping matters. Why hadn’t I expected her to ask that question once she had confirmation? Of course she’d ask. This was Allie we were talking about. I mentally slapped my forehead and tried to think on my feet. “You don’t know him,” I lied. Actually, that technically wasn’t a lie because the Dom that came to life in the bedroom was. . . a beast.

Suddenly, there was a creak and the undeniable sound of footsteps filled the silence as Dom no doubt descended the stairs.You have got to be kidding me.

“Come on, we should get going,” I said, placing my hands on her shoulders and trying to steer her out of the house.

She wasn’t having that, though, staring down at my hands and giving me a cock-eyed look. “I thought you said no one was here. Why are you acting all cagey?”

“We should go,” I tried again, walking around and trying to push Allie in the direction of the door. “We’re going to be late.” While Allie didn’t mind being late to most things, she didn’t like being late to yoga. She said it messed with other people’s zen, and she didn’t want to do that.

Shaking me off, Allie looked at me. “Screw yoga. I honestly wasn’t in the mood to go today anyway, so I don’t care if we go or not. Let’s blow it off.”

“No. We should go.” Anywhere as long as it meant leaving this house.

“Wait! Is the man you’re sleeping with here?Now?” She stopped and blinked when she saw Dom. “Dom?” Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline, and she crossed her arms.

“Allie,” Dom said, looking from her to me and wetting his lips.

We were pretty decent at reading each other’s body language by now, so let me catch you up on what we were saying without actually saying a word:

Dom: “What the hell? I thought you two were gone.”

Me: “You couldn’t wait a few more minutes, so we could’ve been?”

Dom: “Sorry. Maybe she won’t figure it out.”

Me: “This is Allie we’re talking about!”

I cleared my throat and angled my body toward the door. “We can go somewhere else. You know, you might be right. Maybe we’re not spending enough time together.” I couldn’t remember whether she’d said those exact words or not, but I was going with it just the same.

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