Page 6 of Five Minute Man
“Totally my fault,” he managed, his throat suddenly dry. Hell, she was cute. Big green eyes, pert little nose, little or no makeup. Naturally pretty. “Are you hurt?” He reached out to steady her, but she stepped back in a clear message.
“No, just my pride. And my ass.”
She zipped around him, her cheeks a lovely shade of rose, not looking back and not slowing her pace until she dropped into the booth across from her friend. Then she put her elbows on the table and covered her face with both hands.
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“TELL ME YOU DID NOTjust have hot bathroom wall sex,” Liz said with equal parts worry and hope, eyeing her friend’s bright red face and look of total mortification.
“No,” Holly mumbled from beneath her hands. “I was zoning out and just face-planted a guy’s chest.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad. Was he good-looking?”
“Yes,” Holly moaned. “Insanely. At least from my view on the floor.”
Liz covered her mouth with her hand to hide her grin. “Oh, Holly, you didn’t.”
“Yeah,” Holly replied with a rueful grin. “Princess Grace strikes again. The guy was so freaking hard I bounced right off his chest and landed on my ass. Then I went all über classy on him and uttered a few colorful expletives.”
“Oh, Holly.” Liz was doing her best to be sympathetic, but it was kind of difficult when she was trying so hard not to laugh.
