Sebastian was on his knees, trying to remove some type of chain from the engine of the motorcycle. He glanced up when I called him. “Yeah?”
“I’ve got a friend coming over. Abi, from the bar. I wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t freak out when she got here.”
“Oh.” Sebastian smiled. “That’s cool. No problem.”
I went back to the living room and read my book until I heard the knock at the door. Abi came in holding a massive bottle of red wine. “Refreshments,” she called as she held the bottle over her head.
“Oh, thank God. I could use a drink.”
“Well, get the glasses, sister,” Abi said as she peeled the foil off the top of the bottle.
A few minutes later, we were on the back porch, sipping wine and watching the sun go down. Abi glanced around at the house for about the tenth time. “So, how is it living in a mansion?”
I scoffed and took another sip of wine. “It’s not a mansion. It’s just a big house.”
“How many square feet is this thing?”
“I don’t know, I think Nico said it was like six thousand-ish.”
Abi raised an eyebrow. “Mansion.”
“Whatever. It doesn’t even have a pool.”
“No, but they have a neighborhood pool. I saw it as I came through the security gate.”
I waved a hand at her. Who cared how big the house was? I’d lived in a place less than a quarter this size for years. My parents’ house had been half this size. It didn’t matter how big a place was. It was more about who you shared it with. That’s what made a house a home.
“You’re thinking,” Abi said. She raised an eyebrow. “Are you imagining Nico naked?”
I almost spat my wine out. “What?”
“You heard me. Girl, you are literally dating aChippendaledancer. Gorgeous face, like zero-percent body fat, big sexy muscles. Not only that he seems like an actual good and sweet guy. You’re like…super lucky.”
I blushed. “It’s nice. I have to admit that. He’s pretty awesome.”
“Okay, the big question,” Abi said, leaning in. “How big?”
“What?”
Abi rolled her eyes. “Don’t play coy. How big? Seriously.”
“You mean?—”
“His wang, crotch sausage, pleasure tube, muscle snake, whatever you wanna call it. How big?”
I blushed furiously, giggling. “Do you really want to know?”
“Maddy, I haven’t been laid in six months. If I can’t live vicariously through my best friend, my lady bits might shrivel up and float away.”
“Well,” I said, glancing over at her. I raised my eyebrows and gave a massive, toothy smile.
Abi’s jaw dropped. “For real? He’s got a big ol’ porn star dick, doesn’t he?”
“That’s all I’m giving you. I’ll simply say that it’s satisfying.”
Abi sat back in her chair and took several more sips of her wine. I could tell she was contemplating something. I wondered whether she’d asked me what he was like in bed, but what she did ask surprised me.
“Maddy, why did these guys come to your rescue?”
