Page 34 of All Twerk, No Play

“Incredible,” Connor murmured. I dropped my forehead into my hands. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and I buried my embarrassed cheek in his shirt.

“Connor, you should have seen Alex’s dumb face. He was so into Grace. When reality crashed in on him?” She brought her fingers to her lips for a chef’s kiss. “Then Victoria strolled out of there like she owned the place. Cruz’s tongue was hanging out of his head, panting after her.”

“Who’s Cruz?” Connor asked.

“The instructor,” Kate said, sitting down on Mallory’s other side and picking up her champagne flute. “And Victoria’s rebound.”

“What? A rebound?” Connor screeched, jolting upright and sending me reeling. “Who are you and where’d you put Victoria Blackstone?”

“It’s been three years, Connor. You think I’ve been celibate since Alexander moved out?” I asked, hiding my flushed cheeks behind my champagne flute. Even when we lived together, our sex life hadn’t exactly been scorching … but Connor didn’t need to know how pathetic my sex life was.

“Not just any guy,” Kate said, picking up her phone. “Picture young Jason Momoa without the eyebrow scar—”

“Stargate, not Baywatch,” Mallory said.

“But Dominican instead of Polynesian.”

Kate handed over her phone. “I took this for his sister’s Instagram.”

I glanced over at a grid filled mostly with women with flawless makeup. Connor zoomed in on a photo of Eric, his bicep tattoos on display while painting the wall, shooting the camera a sexy smirk.

Connor’s jaw dropped, tearing his gaze from Kate’s phone to smack my arm. “You hooked up with a guy withtattoos? I don’t even know you anymore.”

“It’s not her fault,” Mallory said. “When he locks those eyes on you, it’s like a tractor beam. Your legs just fall open.”

“She held out longer than I’ve ever seen,” Kate said, admiration shining in her eyes. “At first it seemed like they were fighting on the dance floor, then suddenly they were making out.”

Jesus, I can’t believe they were watching that closely. I ran my hand over my mouth, ready to defend myself without knowing what I would say, but their conversation continued without me.

“So he’s a fuckboi?” Connor asked.

They both stilled, heads tilted in thought like dogs watching ducks take flight.

“No, he doesn’t let anybody believe they’re exclusive,” Mallory replied.

“And he’s upfront about his intentions,” Kate added. “He wouldn’t lie to get in your pants.”

“It’s honestly refreshing,” Mallory said. “When I took my night, I wish I—“

“You took a night?” I asked in surprise.

“Yeah, two years ago,” Mallory said as her gaze softened. “Top five best nights of my life.”

Kate’s face tinged with regret as she twisted her engagement ring.

“What do you mean, take your night?” Connor asked.

“Cruz has a one-night policy to prevent clinginess,” Kate explained.

Mallory grinned. “Women plan for months. Make sure they’re waxed and not on their period. They don’t take him home their first week in town … unless they don’t know they only get one night. But he told you before you left the club, right?”

I nodded as Kate leaned forward, chin on her palm. “So how was it?”

I considered coming clean, telling them nothing happened … but I was never going to sleep with him, so there was no harm in them thinking I was more adventurous than I was.

And more importantly: It would look pathetic if word got back to Alexander.

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

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