Page 5 of Running from Drac
“You went home with the Australian? We were chasing that guy around the club all night. He wouldn’t even give us a second look. We tried to work the twin thing on him, but even that didn’t turn his head our way. Holy shit! Are you the luckiest girl in the world or what?” Pippa squeals again. “Tell me all about it. Was he as good in bed as I dreamed?”
“I don’t remember.”
“What did he say to you this morning?”
“He asked me if I would join him for breakfast, and told me that last night was amazing.” I wish I could share in their enthusiasm, but the only thing on my mind is how I’m going to tell Eddie about what happened.
“Ugh, forget about Eddie! He’s an asshole. You know he cheated on you with Jinafer, so why are you even worrying about what he will think?”
Pippa really needs to get out of my damn head.
“If you want my opinion, I would go back to that hotel and apologize to Mr. Amazing Australian for skipping out on him, and spend the rest of your day exploring the Outback.”
“I just want to go home,” I mumble. The guilt is eating me alive.
“Lame. You just want to get home to Eddie and apologize for doing what he already did to you. We all know Jinaferwasn’t the first girl he cheated on you with, and she sure as hell won’t be the last.”
“Shut up!” I scream, throwing a pillow at her head before collapsing back onto the bed. “I can’t believe I did that last night. I’ve never been that reckless before. How could I be so stupid?”
“You weren’t stupid. You were having fun, which is exactly why we brought you out here in the first place. You needed to know what it was like to be Amber without Eddie,” Poppy states, trying her best to soothe my guilt.
My head flops her way, my eyes narrowing at her. I hate it when she talks badly about Eddie. Poppy has hated Eddie since we started dating. She thinks he’s a big pile of horse manure. I’m not sure exactly why she hates him so much, but she does.
“Our plane leaves in four hours. You still have time to make things right with Mr. Amazing. At least go give him your number,” Pippa adds, wiggling her eyebrows. “Do it for us ugly folk who couldn’t even bribe him with a twin sandwich.”
The Kiplinger twins are far from ugly. Both have been blessed with a very exotic look, one that has most men drooling and pining after them. It’s probably because they look like Italian Barbies, with their perfect racks, olive complexions, and mega-watt white smiles. They’re also curved in all the right areas and barely have a speck of fat on their bodies. From head to toe, the twins are a solid ten. If they couldn’t pull the Aussie last night, I sure as hell shouldn’t have stood a chance with him, either.
“I’m perfectly fine with returning home and forgetting everything about Las Vegas. If I pretend it didn’t happen, then it didn’t happen.”
Although, I do need to come clean with Eddie. It’s only fair since he was honest with me about Jinafer.
“You know you don’t have to tell Eddie, right?” Poppy sits next to me on the bed, weaving a reassuring arm behind my neck. She lies back on the bed with me and puts her head against mine. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
“Not you too. You’re supposed to be the reasonable twin, Poppy.”
“Sometimes it’s easy to read you, Amber. You don’t have to major in body language to read what you’re thinking. Seriously, think about the consequences that will happen if you tell Eddie. Remember what happened the last time a guy hit on you? The guy ended up with a concussion after spending three days in the ICU. I can’t even imagine what he would do to Aussie with a body if he found out about you two. My advice is to not tell him.” Pippa’s gaze is both penetrating and humbling.
“I didn’t ask for your advice, Pippa. It’s your fault I’m even in this situation. I told you I didn’t want to come to Vegas! And because of you, I fucking cheated on my fiancé!”
“I didn’t drop you on the guy’s dick, Amber. You did that all on your own. Don’t blame me for not being able to keep your damn legs closed.”
I’m two seconds away from jumping up and starting a catfight, but I decide to take the high road and ignore her, starting an old-fashioned glare off instead.
The heat and anger vibrating between us could melt the polar ice caps. But instead of fighting more, she turns and stomps into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
“She was only trying to help, Amber.” Poppy moves away from the bed and knocks on the bathroom door. “You okay, Sis?”
“I’m fine. I just don’t have time for her whiny bullshit this morning.”
Clenching my fists, I force myself to stay calm. Fuck her for calling me whiny. The girl hasn’t had a serious boyfriend in years. How dare she judge me when she has no idea how to properly navigate a relationship herself.
“You both should get ready; we have a plane to catch in a few hours,” she shouts from behind the door, just as the shower turns on.
Poppy gives me her own version of a death glare before sitting on the other bed. Being friends with twins isn’t easy. If you piss one off, you piss off them both. It’s been that way since we were little kids. Twenty minutes later, Pippa comes out of the bathroom, looking beautifully refreshed. Her black hair is pulled into a tight ponytail. She’s wearing this gorgeous black and white dress over long black stiletto boots.
“Going for sexy go-go dancer this morning?” I question as she put on her lip gloss.
“Yup.” Her answer comes out clipped, popping the ‘p’ as she smacks her lips together and glares at me from the mirror.She’s still pissed.
