Page 79 of Sinners' Appetite
“Would you ever sell feet pics to help pay your debts?” She giggles.
Nikki smirks, nodding her head. “Fuck yeah, I would.”
“You could even get Malachi to take the pictures., Jeremy chuckles.
I wrap my arm around Nikki’s shoulders. “Yeah, baby girl, let’s do it.”
“So—is it my turn now?” Nikki asks, looking down at her cards with a suspicious look in her eyes.
“I think so…” I reply.
She must have had the card picked already, because she proudly picks one of the six and turns her head toward me as she reads it off.
“Have you ever been sexually attracted to someone of the same gender?”
I reach for my beer and smirk. “I think I need to drink a lot more to answer that question truthfully.”
Sammi must have had a mouth full of her drink, because as soon as the words leave my mouth, she laughs and red wine starts to spit out of her mouth.
“Is this one of those, “back in college” stories?” Jeremy asks with a devilish smile on his face.
“I guess the answer would be yes,” I say, even though I could have lied and nobody would know, aside from Dean.
Of course Dean knows because it wasn’t back in college. It was the year Amber died and we were both in a relatively dark stage in our grief.
“Damn, that’s kinda hot, babe,” Nikki laughs.
If only she knew the full extent of it.
I avoid looking at Dean, but I can feel his eyes burning straight through me as I look over my cards and pull one of them out. I look directly at Jeremy and read it off.
“Have you ever sucked on someone’s toes?” I ask.
Sammi bursts out laughing and nudges Jeremy in the side with her elbow. “I know the answer to this already.”
“Well—there you have it, Sammi just told you,” he snickers.
“That’s disgusting…” Nikki laughs.
“Hey—shit happens when you’re in the moment,” Jeremy retorts, choosing one of the cards from his own hand. He turns to Dean. “Have you ever had a threesome?”
Dean takes a sip of his beer and nods. “I have. Nothing worth writing home about though. It was messy.”
“Sounds like a good time,” Sammi says.
Dean shakes his head. “They left my apartment four-thousand dollars richer…”
“Oh my god, they stole your money?” Sammi asks.
“Yup, and for some reason—the remote to my TV too.”
I can’t help but burst out laughing. “Was that Trina and Paula?”
“Sure was,” he nods.
I remember those two plain as day. Trina was fucking weird and Paula—let’s just say she fucked anything and everything that looked at her.
Not me. I couldn’t stand her squeaky voice. She always spoke like she had something stuck up her ass.
