Page 72 of Best In Class
All three freeze like their group chat notifications just dinged at the same time.
Stella breathes, eyes wide. “You said yes?”
Aurora puts a dramatic hand to her chest. “To Dom?”
“No, a different emotionally stupid architect I’ve been quietly obsessed with since puberty,” I mutter.
Nova claps. “This is so exciting.” She’s practically vibrating.
The corners of Stella’s eyes twitched in silent exasperation. “Thank the fuck God! Y’all have been sniffing each other’s behinds ever since he came back to Savannah.”
“I thought they were doing that since they were kids,” Aurora muses aloud.
“Y’all done fucking around?” I ask dryly.
“When is the date? Where are you going? What are you wearing?” Nova wants all the details.
“Tomorrow.Justdinner…well, and drinks. He’s picking me up at seven.” I drain my bourbon and set the glass down. “Why the hell did I say yes?”
Stella raises her drinks. “Since you gave him a BJ and he ate you out?—”
“Stop,” I screech, cutting Stella off.
They all laugh.
I’m not a prude. I talk about sex with great ease. I just can’t talk about sex with Dom. That’s…different. Personal. Private. But Stella nagged me so hard that I gave her the highlights of what happened in the B&B. Now, I’m paying for it.
“I bet he eats pussy well,” Aurora remarks thoughtfully as if she can visualize it.
“Eww.” I groan.
Aurora is a lady. Prim and proper. Well, she is and she’s not. She can be just as debauched as the best of them, considering the shit she and Gabe pulled when they were dating. Hell, he bent her over her desk once.
Actually…I wouldn’t mind if Dom?—
No. No. No.
No thinking about sex with Dom. This is just a date. Youneed to get to know him. Make sure he’s safe. Andthenyou can fuck him.
“I don’t know where he’s taking me,” I say, feeling uneasy. “I…don’t know what to wear.”
They explode.
“You—” Stella gasps, pointing at me.
“—thought about your outfit?” Nova finishes, mock-shocked.
“It’s the girliest thing you’ve ever said,” Aurora blurts out.
I’m an easy dresser. Usually, I’m in black jeans and a black T-shirt. It’s my signature look. If there’s a special event or party or some shit like that, I’ll wear something designer. I have a gazillion dresses hanging in my closet.
But…what do I wear to go out with Dom?
Yeah, most girlie question ever! Just put me in a pink tutu, and end my misery.
“When I last went on a date with him…well, we went on a picnic by the lake and…I used to wear shorts and T-shirts and…thatwasdifferent.”
I used to be a tomboy. Now, I dress in a biker-chic style. I’m not as feminine as Camy.
