Page 52 of Bad Luck Vampire

“Ohmygawd he did,” Megan squealed, eyeing her with amazement. “Did you take him home with you?”

“I—”

“Ohmygawd, you dirty ho, you took him home and had sex with him,” Megan accused with shocked glee. “Don’t deny it, it’s written all over your face. There’s even the impression of a penis on your forehead.”

Sophie burst out laughing at that, and grabbed an eraser off her desk to toss at her friend. “Idiot. There is not.”

“I don’t know,” Megan said, straightening from ducking the eraser. “It looks like a penis to me.”

“There is not an impression of a penis on my forehead,” Sophie said with exasperation.

“Did I say forehead? I meant neck,” Megan taunted. “Great big honking penis-shaped hickeys on your neck in a lovely purple red.”

Groaning, Sophie reached to tug up the neckline of the turtleneck she’d changed into that morning after spotting the hickeys Alasdair had given her last night. They were not penis shaped, but they were biggish and all over her body. On both sides of her neck, several on her breasts, and even her hips. Probably on her butt too. She hadn’t checked but did recall him nipping and sucking on one butt cheek at some point. The man’s mouth had been everywhere.

“Okay,” Megan said abruptly, dropping to sit on the corner of her desk again. “I need deets. The man must be good, because you just don’t sleep with guys on the first date. I do,” she added with a grin, “but you have always been more conservative. The relationship type rather than the party girl. So come on, spill. I want to hear it all. How did he break through your good girl barriers and hustle you into bed so quickly? Did he roofie you? Did he do a sexy little striptease? Did he go down on you?” She paused and narrowed her eyes. “He better have given you at least one orgasm.”

Sophie was laughing by the time her friend finished and said, “I love you, Megan. You always make me laugh.”

“Screw that, of course you love me. We’re sisters. Now tell me what happened,” she insisted. “He did give you an orgasm, didn’t he?”

Giving in, Sophie grinned and admitted, “He gave me six.”

“Whaaaat?” Megan gaped briefly and then her mouth snapped closed and she asked, “Seriously?”

Sophie nodded. “Seriously. Six mind-blowing, ‘leave me in a swoon’ orgasms. And as to your earlier questions, he didn’t roofie me, but he did go down on me. Twice.”

“Daaaamn,” Megan breathed, beginning to fan herself. “Oh, he’s good. A keeper. Does he have a brother?”

“A twin.”

“Really?” she asked, perking up with interest.

“Really what?” Bobby asked, poking his head into her office. “And what’s all the squealing going on back here? I could hear you all the way from the reception office, Megan. And if I could hear you from there, you know Dad could hear you from his office. You’re lucky he didn’t come in and give you hell.”

Megan waved that possibility away with unconcern and happily announced, “Sophie got mega-laid last night.”

“Really? Do tell!” Bobby said with a grin, entering her office now. “Was it that big guy you had lunch with yesterday?”

“His name is Alasdair,” Sophie reminded him with exasperation.

“Alasdair, Shmalister,” Bobby teased. “Was he any good?”

“She had six orgasms,” Megan told him.

Bobby’s eyes and mouth went round and then he shook his head. “No way.”

“Way,” Megan told him. “And he has a twin. Sophie is going to introduce me to him.”

“You mean he’s still alive?” Bobby asked with amusement. “You didn’t kill him with your crazy sexual demands?”

When Sophie just shook her head at his teasing, Megan snorted and said, “Well, someone’s obviously never given his girlfriend Elizabeth six orgasms in one night.”

“In less than three hours,” Sophie corrected, and then added, “Including naps.”

“Whaaat?” Megan gasped and then her eyes narrowed. “Wait. He didn’t spend the night?”

“He had a shift at midnight, so left a little after eleven,” Sophie said defensively.

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