through the shower curtain. “Drink and start talking.”
She took the mug and sipped. Even the coffee tasted better today. “What can I say?” The porcelain cup clanked when she set it on the edge of her tub. “It was incredible.”
“I need more. Incredible how? Are we talking missionary position or whipped cream and circus clowns? How was his body? Everything you imagined or do those Armani suits hide a beer gut?”
Nikki laughed and rinsed her hair. “Whipped cream and circus clowns with an encore of bareback horse riders.” She squeezed a blob of shampoo into her hand and lathered her hair. “Seriously, the man is a freak of nature. He must spend all his time working out when he’s not at the office.”
“Who made the first pass?”
“Him.” What felt like tiny little butterflies fluttered at the memory of their time in the elevator. “Definitely him, but…”
“But what?” Her friend’s voice carried a note of impatience.
“It was weird. He’s never acted like he did last night. The new creative director was flirting with me, and Tor seemed to get really jealous.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“Usually I’d say yes, but we’d been at a dinner meeting and there was wine and Tor might have been a little—”
The shower curtain ripped open. “Was he drunk?”
“Jesus, Stacey!” Nikki covered her boobs with her arm and crossed her legs in an effort to hide herself. “Shut the curtain.”
“Please, like I haven’t seen your shit before.” Nikki glared at her. “Fine.” The curtain snapped shut. “So was he drunk? Because that would be effed up.”
“I don’t know.” Nikki finished rinsing and shut off the spray. She stuck her hand through the curtain and was rewarded with a towel. After a quick rub of her hair, she wrapped the towel around her body and pushed back the damp plastic. “It didn’t seem like he drank very much, but he did stumble when he walked.” She stepped onto the green bath mat and picked up her coffee. “I’ve never seen him act like that. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me. Kept sniffing my hair.” Her eyes widened, and she took a drink of coffee. “I mean we made love all night long.”
Stacey waved a hand in the air. “Then he wasn’t drunk.”
“How do you know?”
“Trust me, drunk guys are good for one time before they pass out—if that.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” She opened the cabinet to remove tiny tray of makeup and set it on the counter, reclosing the door. “I hope you’re right.”
“I am right.” Stacey leaned her hip on the counter. “I just can’t believe it took him this long to get busy with you.”
“What can I say, the man is all business—most of the time.” Nikki smiled. “Okay, I’ve got to get ready for work.”
“Fine, I’ll leave.” Stacey walked to the door. “But promise me you’ll let me know if anything else happens today at work, and you’re going to have to do better with the details tonight.”
Nikki held up her hand. “Yeah, yeah.”
Her friend stopped and turned. “You should wear something daring today.”
“Daring? You mean slutty?”
“Daring, slutty, semantics. Remind him just what he had and what he wants to keep.”
Stacey exited the bathroom and a few seconds later the front door thumped closed. They’d been friends for years and Nikki was lucky she’d found a friend like Stacey. She was tough, smart, and completely loyal, though a little on the mouthy side. It had become standard practice for Nikki to vet the situation a little before she shared all the details with her friend and was subject to Stacey’s brilliant take on how she should handle things.
Nikki picked up the pink tube of mascara and applied a layer to her lashes. After a few swipes, she stopped and looked at her reflection. Maybe it was a trick of the morning light, but she really did look better than she ever had.
She gave a quick shake of her head and went into her bedroom,
She took the mug and sipped. Even the coffee tasted better today. “What can I say?” The porcelain cup clanked when she set it on the edge of her tub. “It was incredible.”
“I need more. Incredible how? Are we talking missionary position or whipped cream and circus clowns? How was his body? Everything you imagined or do those Armani suits hide a beer gut?”
Nikki laughed and rinsed her hair. “Whipped cream and circus clowns with an encore of bareback horse riders.” She squeezed a blob of shampoo into her hand and lathered her hair. “Seriously, the man is a freak of nature. He must spend all his time working out when he’s not at the office.”
“Who made the first pass?”
“Him.” What felt like tiny little butterflies fluttered at the memory of their time in the elevator. “Definitely him, but…”
“But what?” Her friend’s voice carried a note of impatience.
“It was weird. He’s never acted like he did last night. The new creative director was flirting with me, and Tor seemed to get really jealous.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“Usually I’d say yes, but we’d been at a dinner meeting and there was wine and Tor might have been a little—”
The shower curtain ripped open. “Was he drunk?”
“Jesus, Stacey!” Nikki covered her boobs with her arm and crossed her legs in an effort to hide herself. “Shut the curtain.”
“Please, like I haven’t seen your shit before.” Nikki glared at her. “Fine.” The curtain snapped shut. “So was he drunk? Because that would be effed up.”
“I don’t know.” Nikki finished rinsing and shut off the spray. She stuck her hand through the curtain and was rewarded with a towel. After a quick rub of her hair, she wrapped the towel around her body and pushed back the damp plastic. “It didn’t seem like he drank very much, but he did stumble when he walked.” She stepped onto the green bath mat and picked up her coffee. “I’ve never seen him act like that. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me. Kept sniffing my hair.” Her eyes widened, and she took a drink of coffee. “I mean we made love all night long.”
Stacey waved a hand in the air. “Then he wasn’t drunk.”
“How do you know?”
“Trust me, drunk guys are good for one time before they pass out—if that.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” She opened the cabinet to remove tiny tray of makeup and set it on the counter, reclosing the door. “I hope you’re right.”
“I am right.” Stacey leaned her hip on the counter. “I just can’t believe it took him this long to get busy with you.”
“What can I say, the man is all business—most of the time.” Nikki smiled. “Okay, I’ve got to get ready for work.”
“Fine, I’ll leave.” Stacey walked to the door. “But promise me you’ll let me know if anything else happens today at work, and you’re going to have to do better with the details tonight.”
Nikki held up her hand. “Yeah, yeah.”
Her friend stopped and turned. “You should wear something daring today.”
“Daring? You mean slutty?”
“Daring, slutty, semantics. Remind him just what he had and what he wants to keep.”
Stacey exited the bathroom and a few seconds later the front door thumped closed. They’d been friends for years and Nikki was lucky she’d found a friend like Stacey. She was tough, smart, and completely loyal, though a little on the mouthy side. It had become standard practice for Nikki to vet the situation a little before she shared all the details with her friend and was subject to Stacey’s brilliant take on how she should handle things.
Nikki picked up the pink tube of mascara and applied a layer to her lashes. After a few swipes, she stopped and looked at her reflection. Maybe it was a trick of the morning light, but she really did look better than she ever had.
She gave a quick shake of her head and went into her bedroom,
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