Page 30 of Smooth Moves
“Why are you giving me that look?”
“You’re a man, aren’t you?”
He glanced down at his hard-on, fortunately hidden by the tabletop. “Pretty sure that’s a yes.”
She glared. “A man who threw meunder the bus. All that girl-power talk went on for an hour. And we shared, and I actually liked that part. Everyone talked about how they’d been screwed over by a guy at some point. Or a girl. We had a few lesbians in there too. Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t a man-hating session. Just a place where we all shared experiences of not feeling in charge of ourselves at some point in our lives.
“It was a nice group. Like, no one cared about where you came from, only that we were all women together. It felt good.”
He waggled his brows up and down. “How good?”
Her groan turned into a pained laugh. “Up until the part where the women disrobed and showed themselves in all their glory—led by Miriam’s naked splendor. So the nude bit threw me, but then I thought, hey, be okay with a woman’s body. Like, they got really into being okay with themselves.”
“I so wish I could’ve been there.” He had to stifle more laughter.
“Yeah, then Miriam starts, ah…” She glanced around, her gaze focused on Irene across the diner. “Well, Miriam started doing it right there.”
“I’m sorry. Doingit?”
“Don’t be a jackass,” she snapped. “You know.” In a lower voice, she added, “Touching herself.”
“Where?” He couldn’t help prodding her.
“I hate you.”
“Hate is just the flipside of love, you know.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Something I once heard Miriam say.” He laughed at her blush. “You can’t leave me hanging. What happened next?”
“God. This is so embarrassing.”
“I know. I love it.”
She flipped him off. “So then the other ladies start doing it. Fondling themselves. I’m sitting there frozen, not sure what the hell’s going on. And the moans and groans are just awful. Before I can move, Miriam’s shouting ‘Oh yes, oh yes.’” Jordan rubbed her eyes and cringed.
“Getting her happy on?”
She looked miserable and took a swig of coffee. “Exactly that. I had to leave. Except I tripped on my way out and ended up sprawled on someone in the throes, if you know what I mean. It was awkward.”
“Awkward?” Cash just stared at her, imaging the scene. Then he laughed so hard he cried until he wheezed, having trouble breathing. God. The image. He kept laughing and wheezing.
Jordan stared as if not sure what to make of him.
He finally stopped, told Irene he was okay, and accepted her offer of coffee refills. Once she left, he asked, his voice hoarse, “I have to know. How did Miriam get herself started? I mean, was she just talking herself through theoohsandahhs?”
Jordan shook her head, as if to blunt the memory. “God, my ears. But yes. Mostly.”
“Mostly?”
“You never did tell me. Why did she want your help with the class?” After a pregnant pause, Jordan’s eyes widened and she gaped at him. “No.”
* * *
Which set him off again, laughing himself hoarse.
Jordan had a feeling she knew the answer. She wouldn’t have shared the details of that insane class, except itwasfunny, and she knew Cash would get a kick out of it. Oh, she planned on getting her revenge. But she couldn’t fault him for getting one over on her big-time.
