Page 111 of Keeper
The girls erupted into a cheer and Molly held her glass out for a toast. “To the newest WAG—Ainsley!”
“Ainsley!”the girls belted out.
Our glasses came together with oneclinkafter another, and then we all took a drink. Molly’s margarita was even better than they’d said it was. Sweet, spicy, smoky, and rich—and oh yeah,strong.It went smoothly down my throat.
“That issogood,” I gushed, immediately taking another swig.
“Be warned,” Emma said, holding up a finger. “The Mama marg is infamous for getting us blasted.”
Katerina giggled. “Take it from me: one is plenty.”
“You guys! Don’t scare her.” Austen huffed. “How else are we gonna get her to spill her and Tanner’s story?!”
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Molly’s margarita lived up to its legend and made me tipsy in no time. With loosened lips, I sidled next to Mama Coops and lowered my voice so only she would hear. “So, Molly. I have to tell you something.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?” she asked as we got comfortable on the living room sofa.
“I took your advice last night,” I said, fighting off a dopey tequila smile, “and I think it went oververywell. So, er, thank you for that.”
“Hm?” She tilted her head as if she didn’t remember. “What advice?”
“You know!” I nudged her, trying to jog her memory. “That tip you gave me? At Reavo’s party?”
“Wait.” Curious, she leaned closer. “Are you trying to say you had phone sex with Tanner last night?”
“Er, yeah.”
“Honey!” Molly busted into laughter. “I said phone sex is for the road! Not when you’re both right here in Dallas!”
The rest of the girls perked up, murmuring with interest as they began to scurry into the living room with us—
“Are we talking about phone sex in here?”
“Ooh, I love phone sex.”
“Sounds like Ainsley and Tanner had phone sex last night.”
“WHOA, sister! Save it for the road!”
“You’re gonna make the rest of us look bad!”
I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the embarrassment, or a healthy mix of both, but I buried my burning face in my hands and laughed as the girls filtered into the living room and surrounded me. They jokingly poked and prodded at me, wanting answers.
“So, phone sex?”
I clearly wasn’t the onlytipsy WAG.
“It’s true,” I said at last. “I talked to Molly last night, and she mentioned that the guys love phone sex … sooo—I thought I’d get a little practice in.”
“Molly!” Emma yelled, laughing. “Thefirstthing you do after meeting Ainsley is tell her to start having phone sex with her new boyfriend? What is that about?!”
The girls broke out into laughter, and the inquisition shifted as all eyes turned to Mama Coops for answers.
Molly puffed out her proud chest. “Hey, I didn’t justrandomlygive unsolicited sex tips to someone I just met, okay? I’m not a perv.”
“You sure?” Austen joked. “Because it kinda sounds like that’s exactly what you did, ya perv!”
