Page 11 of Trouble
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Lyla
“Honestly, Lyla, what’s wrong with you tonight? You’re acting like you’ve got ants in your pants.”
I had sex with Maddox Riley!
Giddy with excitement and practically delirious from the evening’s events, I wanted to shout it from the rooftops.
“I’m fine,” I reassured her. “Let’s get a couple of cocktails.”
“Sex on the beach?” Ianthe asked. “Or should that be sex in the garage?”
My hand froze as I went catch the barman’s attention.How the hell did she know?
“Haha. I’m kidding. Obviously.” She nudged me with her shoulder. “But I’m interested to know what happened with Maddox.”
I blanched at the thought. No one could know; not Ianthe and, God forbid, not even my mother. I couldn’t risk Andre finding out.
He’d kill Maddox because I was off-limits. Forbidden. Even though we were all adults now.
After I’d walked out on Maddox - thinking I’d got the upper hand - Ianthe had messaged me to check we were still on for drinks. Initially, I’d hesitated, worried Maddox would be there, but it was a Thursday and I knew he liked to open up the garage early on Fridays so he could get away sooner and start enjoying the weekend. My mind fast forwarded to the next day and what I hoped would turn out to be an extremely enjoyable weekend.
Thankfully, my doubts were quelled when I did a 360 scan of the room as I walked in and didn’t see him anywhere.
The bar was still busy though, and Ianthe had found us stools at the bar. High stools I had to perch on and hook my heels on the bar. Which, had I taken my coat off would have revealed to the world I wasn’t wearing knickers thanks to the skimpiness of my skirt. It meant I kept shifting position to make sure everything was covered up.
It would be so much easier if I were actually wearing pants. Or at least underwear.
While we waited for our drinks, Ianthe filled me in on her day at work. She worked in one of the local coffee shops and was always gossiping about who she’d seen in there and with who. I made a mental note never to go there with Maddox.
When the drinks arrived, it took all of my willpower not to down the whole thing in one go. Carefully, I sipped my cocktail, licking some salt off the rim of the glass. That was my favorite bit; I loved the contrast between salt and sweet.
“Come on, tell me everything,” said Ianthe, finally finished with her tales of woe.
Instinctively I shrugged, trying to play it down, but inside I was a bubbling pit of emotions. Ianthe deserved the truth. On the other hand, I knew the consequences if I told her.
“Well, your outfit suggestion certainly worked.” I crossed my ankles, if I tried to cross my legs I was scared of flashing the entire bar.
She reached over and tugged at the lapel. “Come on, let me see the overall effect.”
My arms went to cover my chest. “You saw it earlier. Remember you have to delete the picture?”
“Yeah, if Andre saw you in the getup designed to sway his best friend, he’d be after blood.”
“Since when would Dre see your phone?”
Ianthe and Andre had always had a strange relationship. In high school she adored him, followed him around like a lovesick puppy, even though he was dating Willa Harlow. He treated her more like another little sister rather than anything on a romantic scale. It still bothered me to think of her showing Andre my seduction outfit.
“He would if I ratted on you. I know he doesn’t particularly approve of your choice of hobby.” Ianthe rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what you see in cars anyway.”
I suppressed the urge to tell her it wasn’t really the cars, it was Maddox. Hell, she knew that already.
“Maddox was excited when I told him about the car.” I didn’t tell her exactly how excited he was. There was a delicious twinge in the muscles at the top of my thighs and I couldn’t stop squirming in my seat. Despite myself, I squeezed my thighs together, the memory of Maddox inside me inciting devilish twitches. Feeling a flush in my cheeks, I fanned myself with one of the cocktail menus.
“Big whoop.”
I couldn’t help but notice the sarcasm in her tone as she drained her glass.
