Page 65 of Bad For A Weekend

“Hey!” Sara shouts.

“Oh, you’re in there too. What I meant to say was, you can really suck them down.”

“Thanks.” Sara’s chest puffs. She’s ridiculous.

“Does Baylor need anything? Maybe some water?”

“We have some. She’ll puke and rally. She’s good like that.”

“I don’t even want to know. Do you guys mind if I take off then? Things are getting kind of serious between me and Javier.”

“Nope, that’s fine. But are you sure it’s safe?”

“Honey, you should be more worried about him than me.” She snorts. “Don’t worry.”

“TMI, Brandy.”

“Whatever, I keep you entertained. I’ll find Owen and let him know I’m taking off.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow then.”

“Love you, Baylor. I stuck some mouthwash in your purse.”

I panic a little, wanting to respond, but I haven’t had enough to drink to pull off a drunk voice. Instead, I make a puking noise. Sara’s face screws up, and Ziggy shakes his head before turning back to Brandy.

“I’ll make sure she gets rid of her puke breath.”

“Okay. Bye, kids!”

Ziggy shuts the door and flips the lock again. “That was disgusting.”

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

“How about not that?” He waggles a finger at me.

I laugh, and holy hell, it feels good. I can always count on him to tear me from the flames.

“Can we talk about you sleeping with Cujo yet?” Sara asks.

Ziggy huffs. “Baylor thought it was a genius idea to ask Owen to be bad for a weekend. He wouldn’t do that but agreed to one night. He fucked her brains out, made her smell colors, and overall rocked her world. She thought because they were so compatible, he’d want to do it again. She was wrong.”

“Thanks,” I mutter.

When the whole thing is compiled into one paragraph, it sounds stupid. I sound stupid.

“Holy shit.” Sara’s brow nearly meets her hairline. “Did this come out of nowhere?”

“No. Ever since he started working for my dad, I don’t know. There’s been something between us. He’s helped me through some dark times with everything going on.”

“You could’ve come to me.” Ziggy crosses his arms.

“I know, and I did. You were helpful too.” I reassure him. “But we’re together all the time. Even more than you and me are. And he’s been through some stuff too.”

“He’s hung, isn’t he?” Sara asks.

“Have you seen the man’s hands? Of course he’s packing.” I was happy to keep all the details to myself, treasuring them like a valuable gift I wanted to keep secret. Though it felt good to share once Ziggy caught on earlier. But now that Owen’s made a mockery of what happened, all bets are off.

“I knew it. Sometimes when he sits, I can see the outline.”

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