Page 29 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

“It’s not about Sam—or my trust issues. Seb seems great and, yeah, he’s beautiful, but I need to keep a professional distance.”

“Until you’re done working there, but then maybe.” She shrugs and crawls back under the blankets with me. “Maybe bring him to my wedding. That’s only a few weeks away—”

“Maisie!” Savannah’s voice thunders through from the other room.

“Don’t tell them.” I tap Maisie’s head as Savannah bursts through the bedroom door with Taylor, Cate, and Serena on her heels.

“Look who made it back alive!” Serena flings herself onto the bed and lands with a thud on my chest. She smells like a rancid mixture of beer and suntan lotion.

“Get off me,” I say, pushing her to the floor. “How are you still drinking today?”

She looks up at me, laughing. “This is the first time I’ve been away from my kid for more than one night. I’m going to do all the drinking while I can. Are you two going out with us tonight? Or are you going to be old women?”

“I’m not leaving this bed until I have to go into work tomorrow.” I pull the covers up to my face. Maisie snuggles up beside me.

“You have to work tomorrow, too?” Taylor whines. “You’re so adult now. It’s awful. But I guess your meeting went well, huh?”

“Very well,” Maisie says in a flirty voice. “Didn’t it, Soph?”

I pinch her leg under the blankets. “Yeah, it went fine. I got the contract, and I made it through the day without throwing up or passing out, so a banner day all around.”

“And all this hangover for nothing,” Savannah laughs. “You didn’t win Truth or Tequila for the first time. I can’t believe you couldn’t get him to kiss you. Has that ever happened before?”

“Still hasn’t happened,” Maisie mumbles into a pillow. My eyes question her as she sinks lower into the bed—a mischievous smile forming on her lips.

“I need a nap,” I say, closing my eyes. “I’m out for tonight.”

“Whatever,” Savannah says as she heads back into the suite’s main room. Thankfully, the others follow her.

I pull the blankets over Maisie’s head and sink down with her. “What do you mean ‘still hasn’t happened’?”

“He kissed you before he left the room last night—a gentle brush over your lips. It was sexy as hell.”

“What? Maisie! Why didn’t you tell me?” I cover my eyes. “Why didn’thetell me? He probably thinks I’m easy.”

“I don’t think there’s any chance of that,” she says, snorting. “You were at the absolute highest level of your high maintenance last night.”

“I meant sexually easy, Mae. He probably thinks I’m a slut.”

“I doubt that, although you were begging him to kiss you—”

“Ahh.” I let out a long groan.

“You promised him you’d go to sleep if he kissed you, and he did. It was more sweet than sluty.”

“So, I blackmailed him into a kiss? Cool. Cool.”

“He wanted to kiss you. Soph, it was so tender. The perfect first kiss—”

“Yeah, except that I don’t remember it!”

“Well, text him,” she laughs. “Maybe he’ll come over here tonight and give you a kiss you’ll remember.”

“I hate you,” I say as I crawl out of bed. “I’m taking a hot bath in that huge, glorious tub, and when I get back here, there better be pizza and some kind of trashy show on TV.”

“Done.” She glances at my phone that’s still on the bed.

“And I’m taking my phone with me,” I say, snatching it away from her. “I’m changing my password. You’re not going to text him on my behalf.”

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