“Hey, no judgment from me.”She holds up her hands.“If it was some erotic BDSM thing you both had going, albeit from me to—”
I start coughing.
“What?No.Jesus, Scarlett.It wasn’t...well, the sex was amazing, but—”
“Knew it!Tell me everything.Does he have a sex room?Hanging chair thing you fucked on?”
Blink.
“Ever done it on one of those crosses?St Andrew’s Cross.That’s it.How wild would that be?Are they named after a real saint?Man, that’s a bit fucked up, isn’t it?”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
“I’m really worried about you.”
She keeps kicking her excited feet and giggles, then checks her watch again.
“Thirteen minutes.What else?”
“If you would let me finish a sentence, I could tell you what really happened.”I sip my juice.
She slumps.“Fine, but add in some sex toys or something, even if it’s not true.”
Wediduse sex toys, but if Scarlett thinks I’m giving her a play-by-play description, she’s about to be twice as disappointed as she is now.
“I met Jake is a bar one night while out with Kathy.”
“Sex club?”
“Jesus.”I rub my forehead.“I can’t believe I’m asking this, but does my brother need to...you know...come home and...”
“I dare you to ring him and offer up the idea.”Scarlett beams.
“Flag that.But no, not a sex club.A normal bar.I took him home—”
“Go Caylee!”
“He leaves afterward.”
“Afterrrr???”
“Sex.”
“You’re boring.”Scarlett climbs off the stool and wanders over to the sofa and sits, putting her feet up.She’s moving closer to the hall so she can hear Zara despite the baby monitor.I’ve seen her do this a few times.
Then she pouts, and it’s clear she’s highly disappointed in the entertainment supplied this morning.
Fair call.
“Well, maybe that’s why he was seeing other women.”I shrug.“I’m boring.”
Scar straightens.“He did what?The cheater!”
“No.”I shake my head.“We weren’t dating.We never dated.It was more of a booty call situation.I don’t know, I was expecting him to ask me out.Take me to the movies.Dinner.Hell, even a walk around the block.”
