Page 49 of Plays Well With Others

Left, right.

Right, left.

Good question…

Is Carter left-handed? I’d always thought he was right-handed. He eats with his fork in his right hand, but he jerks off with…

I snap up my gaze and meet her eager gray eyes. “Left,” I say quickly, then blink away my mistake. “I meant, right. Rose gold is very you. With your coloring.”

“Oh, good. I was leaning that way too,” she says, then nods resolutely, removing the gold one and keeping the other. “I’ll take it.”

“Great. I’ll ring that up for you,” I say, then grab my tablet, forcing my focus right here, right now, and not on last night. “Are you having a good day?” I ask, making small talk as I enter the bracelet’s info.

“I am. Thanks for asking. You?”

Great, if great means I’m carrying the weight of the most salacious secret and it’s driving me wild. I can barely concentrate, and I’m half-aroused as I walk around helping customers like you, AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO, SO CAN YOU HELP ME PLEASE?

“Fantastic,” I answer with a big grin, then tell her the amount, and she taps the tablet screen with her phone. After a thanks and a goodbye, she takes off.

I breathe a loud sigh of relief. I survived another customer encounter without blurting outthe wildest thing happened to me last night, and can I tell you every dirty detail of the time I was dick-notized?We can workshop next steps together, pretty please.

I swear it’s a goddamn miracle I’ve been able to work at all today given the state of my mind. I’ve toyed with texting my girlfriends the details, but they know Carter. Sharing what I stumbled into last night with anyone feels like crossing a line, so I’ve been holding the secret inside all day, and it wants to come out.

A throat clears. I turn to Fable, a few feet away. Her copper hair frames her face as she fixes the clasp on a pendant with a mini plier. “You’re so cheery today, Rachel. Want me to let Ava know you’ve got all the good vibes now?”

I laugh to make light of my obvious extreme horniness. I mean, my extreme happiness that’s covering up my extreme horniness. “Yeah, please let my formerbenefactorknow.”

Then, I valiantly try my best to stop thinking about last night for the rest of this—okay, let’s start small—this minute.

A few seconds later, the door tinkles and a woman about my age walks in. She strides right up to me like she knows me.

Shoot. Is this a friend of Ava’s sent to rip me apart? Can you sayonline review PTSD?

“Hi. Let me know if I can help you with anything,” I say brightly, hoping she’s not from the spa posse.

“I need something for a date,” she says, then giggles like she has a secret. “The kind of thing you wore on the date last week.”

I startle, then connect the dots. “Really?”

“Yes, that combo was fire,” she says. “I’m going to wear my hair up too.”

Fable strides over, pride in her eyes. “Rachel looked good that night at the chocolate café, didn’t she? She kind of had a glow about her.”

The woman nods excitedly at Fable, then turns to me. “Looks like you still do.”

I lift a hand to touch my cheek. My skin feels warm. Is it obvious to her, too, that I’ve been thinking naughty thoughts?

“We had fun,” I say, noncommittal, as I smile to hide the words threatening to burst free from my soul.

I walked in on my best friend last night, and I didn’t walk away TILL HE FINISHED. Now, please buy a necklace to fund my vibrator collection.

“I hear you’ll be doing it again,” she says.

Watching him jerk? I’d love to.“You did?” I ask carefully.

“I saw on the app earlier today that you’re doing a whole how-to series. I can’t wait,” she says.

Wow. Date Night moves fast.

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