Page 31 of Dirty Filthy Boy
"Well, at the Boys & Girls Club I talked to some of the players, Ron, Mr. Bunchinsky."
"Mad Dog."
"Yeah. He's actually pretty sweet."
"Sweet? MacKenna, he eats quarterbacks for breakfast. He's the number one tackle in the NFL."
"Well, he was super nice to the kids there. But when I talked to Ryan Taylor, Ty went ballistic. He hauled me out of the club and dragged me to his house where one thing led to another, and we ummm did it."
"He didn't force you, did he? Because if he did, I don't care what or who he is, he's going to have to deal with me."
That would be a sight to see. She's a will of the wisp five two, weighing in at a hundred pounds and Ty's six five with hard muscle to spare. "No. He didn't hurt me. It was . . . good." Truth to tell, the sex had been incredible. No wonder women lined up for a chance to go to bed with him.
The waitress interrupts with our food. A veggie burger for Mar, a chicken salad for me.
"Well, in that case. Way to go!" Marigold high fives me. "Who knew you had it in you. So, spill and don't spare any details."
My hook up with Ty is way too personal to share. So I'm not telling her what happened even if she's my best friend. Not sure if she'd even believe me. The memory of me scratching his back and asking for more doesn't jive with the prim and proper MacKenna Mar knows.
"Mar. Don't you understand? I had a one-night stand with the most notorious player in town."
"And?"
"It was amazing, okay? He did things . . ." I'm probably turning beet red. Me and my darn redhead complexion.
"What things?"
"I'm not telling. It's embarrassing enough as it is."
Her brow scrunches. "Why?"
"Don't you get it? I slept with him." My voice rises a little and the two women next to us turn to stare at us.
"Yeah, I got that," she says, biting into her hummus, tomato, and cucumber sandwich. "Why is that a problem?"
"I'd known him for all of two days. I don't sleep with men two days after we meet."
She dabs at her mouth with a napkin. "MacKenna, it happens. You fell for him. Hard. How could you not? The man has the body of a Greek god. Tell me. Is his dick as fine as the rest of him?"
"Mar! For Pete's sake."
"So after you did the deed, did he drive you home and kiss you goodnight?"
"He didn't drive me home. I took a cab."
She drops what remains of her sandwich on her plate. "That pig. You mean to tell me he didn't have the decency to drive you home after you screwed?"
By now we've gotten the attention of everyone around us. Where's a hole to crawl into when you need one? I bury my head in my hands. "Would you please keep your voice down?"
"What happened?" Steam's practically coming out of her ears.
"I walked out while he was sleeping."
She blinks a couple of times like she's having a hard time processing this. "Why?"
"He doesn't sleep twice with the same woman. Remember? And I just couldn't face the 'See you later' look in his eyes."
The cab had cost over forty dollars. Money I don't have. I'll need to dive into my sock drawer for my emergency stash to pay this month's rent.
