“Oh my god, you did anal!” Lucy shrieks. My eyes go wide, and I snap my head to her. “You literally had a stick up your ass; it’s why you sprayed me.”
I drop my head into my hands. This is a nightmare.
“Wow,” Scarlets says in shock.
“No! Did it hurt?” Megan asks.
“Wow,” Scarlet says again, her face paling.
“Nina, you are so brave,” Lucy tells me, wide-eyed with a hand on my arm.
“I am so fucking brave,” I agree, welcoming my friend’s pity.
“Brave? Anal isn’t brave, you little butt slut.” Megan laughs. “I had a friend who had a slip of the dick once, literally no warning, one minute they’re fuckin’, the next, all the way in.”
“Holy shit, accidentally is different! Imagine not expecting it, and then BAM! All at once. Poor girl.” Lucy shivers.
“Wow,” Scarlet mutters for the third time. I think we’ve broken her.
“Scarlet, I’m so sorry,” I tell her, trying to hold back a smile.
“It was a Tuesday yesterday,” she says, staring at the table. She lifts her eyes to me and raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow “Who does anal on a Tuesday?”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” Megan roars as she and Lucy bend over in the seat, laughing.
I bite my lip, unsure as to what I should say to the poor girl in front of me.
“Anal Tuesdays for the win!” Megan heaves out between her hysterics.
“We are not making this a thing. Both of you stop.” I point at them.
“You already did, don’t blame us. Anal Tuesdays is a thing, and it’s all yours. Own it.” Megan chuckles, raising her coffee cup.
My mortification only rises when Scarlet lifts her cup to the girls.
“To anal Tuesdays.” She shrugs.
Fuck my life.
* * *
I leavemy immature friends at the coffee shop. They are corrupting Mason’s poor sister, and I don’t think there is anything I could do about it.
She just fits with them.
Us.
I could do with Vinny today, and it’s odd not having him waiting for me. I have a one on one at two, and it’s already quarter to. I weave through the busy streets fast walking and dodging passersby to try and get myself there on time. Rounding the corner to the studio, I spot a commotion at the entrance. I stop on the corner, taking in the scene, but the second Logan’s fist rears back, I am catapulting myself towards him on autopilot.
“Logan!” I shout.
He stills, turning to face me. “Fucking hell, Nina! Where have you been? I’ve been calling all morning!”
I frown, then remember that I put my phone on silent when I was in the registration office. “Sorry, I was in a meeting. What’s going on?” I frown as I notice the suit that is currently sticking a SOLD sign in the gym window.
“Umm, what the hell are you doing?” I grab his sleeve, and he shoves me off unamused.
“If one more person touches me, I’m calling the police,” he warns, his face red with anger.
