Page 65 of Ella Gets the D
Morgan, of all people, didn’t bat an eye at Janelle’s inventory, which included silicone anal beads I saw her eyeing more than once. Let me find out my best friend keeps it kinky. I’m light-years behind and need to catch up.
The closet freak in question pads across the floor in my fluffy pink slippers with a tray of dirty dishes. “Want another margarita while I’m in the kitchen?”
The last time I got shit-faced, I dry-humped your brother in bed.
Speaking of Julian, he’s been quiet most of the day. We texted this morning, hours after another Saturday night watching a movie on a video call. He choseYou’ve Got Mail, for his love of Tom Hanks and rom-coms. I thought the romantic comedy bit was a joke until he rattled offBrown Sugar,The Best Man,The Holiday, andSomething New. There are many layers to Julian Brooke, and discovering them has become a daily adventure. If we’re not texting, we’re laughing on screen.
“Ella?”
“Hmm?”
Morgan’s brow raises. “Want another margarita?” She scans me again. “On second thought, you might be good for the night.”
“Yeah, just water, thanks.” I clear my throat and all thoughts of riding her younger sibling’s face, thoughts I’ll blame on the alcohol, and move to join her in the kitchen. If you leave Morgan alone, she’ll deep-clean your house.
She assesses me with a bemused smile. I need to work on my poker face. “Daydreaming about someone?”
Erica chooses that moment to walk back in and straight into my business. Her bare Naomi Campbell legs sashay into the kitchen, a move only she can serve three sheets to the wind. “Who’s someone?”
“Yeah, who’s someone?” Morgan asks.
I scoff. “No one. I was…thinking.”About your brother and why it’s a terrible idea to get so close, because of the face-riding…and the galloping on other body parts.
It makes sense for us not to be strangers. He’s a family friend, and we get mail at the same house. But every time I tell myselfwe’re friends who are getting to know each other as housemates, he calls me sweetheart and orders me tacos.
“Mm-hmm.” Erica stands next to Morgan and crosses her arms. Terror twins in shades of pink, these two. “It’s definitely a man.”
My eyes can’t roll any harder. “Y’all need to go to bed.”
“And you need dick,” Erica says.
She’s not wrong.
Don’t go there.
“I’m not paying you two any mind,” I say.
Erica’s head swivels, all attitude and fresh box braids. “We’re not the ones having mental commercial breaks thinking about a man. Who. Is. He?”
They wait, fully expecting an answer. Morgan’s focus eventually shifts over my shoulder to scan for a leftover mess to clean.
I huff out a laugh. “I don’t have a man. As for dick, I’m not in the market for another headache.”Head, maybe. But not the ache.
Morgan sips her glass of water with a nod. “Ella needs to stay away from dick until her divorce is final.” Her eyes flit between me and the marble counter full of candies and sex toys. What a combo. “At least, real ones.”
Erica’s gaze finds a new target. “Don’t be a cockblock.”
“I’m not her attorney, but Grier told her penetrative sex during her separation is a no-no. If Charles’s camp found out, he could take her to court for adultery.” Morgan takes in Erica’s sour face. “What? I pay attention, and I love legal dramas.”
“That’s fucked up,” Erica says through a mumble.
Morgan nods. “It is. Honestly, it’s best if you stay clear of the dating scene, El. At least until you’re closer to finalizing.”
Erica bites her lip and examines her canary yellow nails. “I kinda asked El to come on a date with me last week.”
My best friend stiffens. “What date?”
“The kind that has ‘double’ in front of it.”
