Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
7
HANNAH
I straighten the striped hotel towel covering my lounge chair before settling myself on top of it, while Kat does the same on the lounger next to mine. We’re both dripping wet, having just emerged from a lovely dip in the hotel’s swimming pool. As two native Seattleites accustomed to interminable gray skies and rain, Kat and I are both reveling in the scorching heat of Las Vegas.
“My body is loving all this natural Vitamin D,” I murmur, settling into optimal sunbathing position.
“Girl, I can’t imagine your body needs another drop of Vitamin D, given all the infusions Henn gave you last night,” Kat shoots back with a snicker. When my bestie returned to our suite this morning, following her overnight escapades with Josh, we told each other every salacious detail about our respective nights. It was so much freaking fun. I’m used to hearing all about Kat’s dating adventures, but this was the first time I was able to contribute to the conversation beyond “oohing” and “aahing” over Kat’s storytelling.
“Can you blame me for wanting multiple infusions from Henn?” I quip playfully. “Before last night, I was so Vitamin D deprived, I’m surprised I didn’t get rickets.”
Kat guffaws. “Isn’t scurvy the thing you get when you don’t get enough Vitamin D?”
I shrug. “Either way, I can’t wait to get more D when Henn comes to Seattle.”
“You mean when Henn comes in Seattle.”
We laugh hysterically. We’ve both had a couple fruity drinks already, even though it’s only lunchtime, so I guess we’re both feeling even more loose-lipped and easily amused than usual.
“I can’t wait to come in LA when I visit Josh,” Kat says.
“Oh, are you going there for sure?”
“He’s flying me down when he gets back from New York.” Kat lets out a long, pained sigh that reminds me of a hound dog lying on a porch awaiting her owner. It’s a surprising thing, coming from Kat Morgan. Usually, Kat’s the power player in every short-lived romance she deigns to enter—the one doling out pieces of her heart, if any, at her own pace. The one dropping breadcrumbs for the poor guy to follow and slurp up hungrily. But with Josh Faraday, it’s clear he’s the one calling the shots. And the effect on Kat is plain: the poor girl is downright lovesick.
“You’re falling hard, huh?” I ask, even though her answer is a foregone conclusion.
“Too hard for my own good, I’m afraid. I can’t see how this isn’t going to end badly for me.”
“Aw, honey. Josh is falling hard for you, too. Anyone could see that at dinner last night.”
Kat shakes her head. “Josh likes me and thinks I’m fun. And, yes, he loves having sex with me. But he’s never once looked at me the way Henn looked at you in front of the fake Eiffel Tower last night—and that was before you and Henn had danced like gorillas or had amazing sex, twice. I can only imagine how smitten Henn must be feeling today.”
I blush. “Did I tell you we both admitted we’re feeling gob-pummeled last night?”
Kat laughs. “What?”
I explain the origin of the silly phrase and giggle as Kat’s face melts with glee.
“You two are so cute,” Kat says. “Did I tell you Josh said you and Henn are like Phineas and Ferb?”
I laugh. “No, you didn’t. I love it. We’ll have to pick a much more glamorous duo for you and Mr. Faraday. Bonnie and Clyde, perhaps?” Kat looks lost in thought, so I add, “Kitty, I think you’re not seeing what I’m seeing, when it comes to Josh. During dinner, he looked at you several times the way Henn looked at me in front of the fake Eiffel Tower. Every time you were telling a story, in fact.”
“Really?”
“It was like he was gazing at a masterpiece at The Louvre.”
Kat looks elated, but she bites the inside of her cheek to keep herself in check. “Or maybe he was simply looking at his current favorite sex toy.” She looks around briefly to make sure nobody’s about to walk by. “This is confidential,” she whispers, “but when I visit Josh in LA, we’re going to act out all my sexual fantasies. Some of them are pretty elaborate, so that’s not a small thing for him to agree to do.”
I blink several times. “Sorry, I’m having trouble computing the words all and elaborate in the same sentence as sexual fantasies. Please explain further.”
Kat giggles and launches into describing a few of her top fantasies to me, all of which blow me away with their creativity.
“Wow, you’ve got quite the sexual imagination,” I say with a chuckle.
“Don’t we all,” she murmurs.
“Actually, no. I don’t think I’ve ever had a single sexual fantasy, other than getting to have sex with someone I’m wildly attracted to who knows what he’s doing and enthusiastically wants to have sex with me. But since I got to fulfill that fantasy last night, I don’t have anything else on my list now.” I make a checkmark in the air, like I’m crossing the fantasy off my list.