Page 11 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

“Get Sophie drunk because she’s the biggest lightweight,” Serena says, “and then we challenge her to a dare that she always does. Game over.”

“You get a little liquid courage, huh?” Cate says, nudging me.

“I get a little liquid stupid. Most liquor makes me silly. Tequila makes me crazy—absolutely no inhibitions left at all.”

“It’s so fun! I love tequila-drunk Sophie,” Serena laughs.

“I will play this stupid game one more time.” I point my finger around the table. “This is the last time. I don’t want it at my bachelorette. Agreed?”

“Well, none of us want to play it when we’re fifty anyway.” Savannah taps her fingers on the table as she flashes a devilish smile at me. “So agreed. Now how about we start this round with you?”

“Well I’m sure you want me to call Sam, so pour me a shot right now.” I reach toward the bottle. Savannah pulls it back.

“Don’t you even want to know what I want you to tell him. It might not be that bad.”

“Fine,” I huff. “What?”

“I want you to call him and tell him,” she says, leaning forward on the table, “that he never gave you an orgasm.”

I cover my eyes and shake my head. “Why, why, why do I tell you people these things?”

“Wait,” Serena says, pulling my hands off my face. “You dated him for six months. He never once gave you an orgasm. How is that possible?”

“Is his penis really small?” Cate reaches for my hand and pats it like a mother consoling her child.

I look at Maisie for help. She shoots me her concerned eyes, but she can’t keep a smile from breaking out all over her face.

“His penis is fine,” I say, sighing. “It’s just—he wasn’t very good with his hands.”

“Or his mouth.”

“Maisie!” I shove her. “You’re supposed to be on my side here.”

“Oh, honey, I am.” She pats my shoulder. “No woman should have to deal with that.”

“Maisie’s right, Sophie,” Cate says. “That’s not negotiable. Nick isverygood in that area.”

“Uh! Cate!” Maisie glares at her. “I don’t want to know that about my brother.”

“Not to mention, now we can use that against you in this game.” Taylor points at her from across the table.

“Oh, I’ve told him how good he is with his mouth,” Cate says, savoring every word, “and I’m more than happy to tell him again.”

“Oh my God, stop, please.” Maisie throws her hands over her ears. “Can we please get on with the game?”

“Yeah, what’s it going to be, Soph?” Savannah holds up the tequila bottle. “You calling Sam or not?”

“I’m not calling that jackhole for any reason, so you might as well attach a tequila drip to my arm for the night.” I slam the shot that Savannah pushes across the table. “Ah, the taste of bad decisions and regret.”

I turn to Maisie as Savannah moves onto her next victim. “Stop me before I get in too far. I have to at least look like I have a pulse for my meeting tomorrow.”

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