Page 32 of The Layover

The company was good too. The guys. Their little girl.

And of course, the fact that I’d had my first threesome. Something I’d been fantasizing about more and more since both Daria and Brooke had each fallen for two men.

Honestly, I’d expected to be disappointed by the experience. There was so much hype around it, that how could I not be let down?

And I was anything but.

“Of course you loved it, Carly. It was filthy and no strings. Your favorite.”

Holy fuck, was the bird talking to me?

There were three of them perched on my table, and a fourth was drinking my coffee.

“Hey.” I jerked the mug away. “That’s mine.”

“Needs more sugar,” the robin said.

Why did she look like a cartoon? I was pretty sure birds didn’t have lips. Or talk.

And was that one tweeting Halestorm?

Could I get them to do my laundry?

I jerked awake with a start, almost sending myself tumbling out of my chair. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, the world was back to normal, and the Carly-is-a-Disney-princess dream was gone.

The fuck was wrong with me?

My phone said I’d slept for nearly an hour. I needed to get ready and meet Diego and Raul soon.

Yup, those memories of last night still filled me with warm fuzzies. I needed to stash that, so we could get work done.

A yawn threatened to split my jaw and my eyelids begged me to let them close again.

Was I dealing with jet lag? That wasn’t like me either. But I was struggling to stay awake, and no matter how much half of me willed it, the other half of me refused to get out of this chair.

I forced myself to pick up my phone and call Diego.

“Ciao.” His deep voice was like light fingers dancing over me when he answered the phone.

And God, the things he could do with those fingers. “Hi. It’s Carly. I’m running just a little—” a yawn ambushed me, and I couldn’t hold it back “—sorry. I’m running just a little late, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you sound tired,” Diego said.

I was. So, so tired. “I’m fine.”

“If you want to stay in today and get some more rest, I can make sure operations run smoothly.”

“That’s ridiculous. Why would I do that?”

“You’re dealing with jet lag on top of jet lag.” Diego sounded sympathetic. “And being up late.”

Was that a dig at my sneaking out?

No. It wasn’t as if they wanted me in their house when Eloise woke up.

“They’re just hauling out old appliances today. We’ve got it covered,” Diego said. “I promise neither of us will think less of you if you take the day off.”

Every inch of my body wanted to take his advice, but there was a tiny-but-loud part of my brain that screamed I was slacking if I did this. “I might just sleep for another hour or two, and then I’ll join you guys.”

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