Page 21 of Untether

‘Shoot what?’ I ask her, though I know what she’s angling at.

‘Tell me. Aida. What’s she like?’ She sighs. ‘Is she as sexy as she looks on TV?’

‘Definitely sexier,’ I say.

Scarlet mouth.

Hard nipples.

Long nails.

Jesus.

‘I knew it.’ Her glossy pink mouth curves into a self-satisfied smile.

‘That she was sexier in real life?’

‘That something happened.’

‘Nothing happened.’

She tuts.‘Cal.’

‘Mads.’

‘We can go through the motions for the rest of the day, or you can just dish the dirt. We both know I’ll win.’

I sigh. Maddy’s particular blend of cheeriness and relentless persistence is fucking lethal, and we both know it. But she knows when to be discreet, and I trust her with my confidences.

‘Okay, okay.’ I let my head fall back against the sofa, lolling it to one side so I can see her. ‘I may have given her a sneak preview.’

She does a little full-body shimmy. ‘I knew it! She got a dick preview.’

‘No,’ I correct her, deciding not to mention that I made Aida feel my boner. ‘No dick. It was all about her.’

Maddy purses her lips. ‘Impressive.’

‘I aim to please.’

‘And did you? Please her?’

I scoff. ‘Come on. Course I did.’Dirty-lite, right? A bit of audio porn in her ear. An ice cube against her cunt. Easy peasy.

‘Where’d you do the deed?’

I shift self-consciously, though Mads is the least judgemental person I know. ‘Under the tablecloth in a booth at the Zebra Club.’

She spits out a gratified laugh. ‘Good work. Lucky Aida. So it’s all systems go after your little—what are we calling it—elevator pitch?’

‘Nice. And yeah. I feel good about it, actually.’ I roll my shoulders back and stare at the ceiling. I feel really fucking good about it.

‘Do you like her?’ Maddy persists. She may be a sex-positive goddess, but she’s also a hopeless romantic, God bless her.

‘She’s hot as fuck and impressive as shit,’ I say. ‘What’s not to like?’

‘Hmm. Interesting.’

‘What does that mean?’

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