“Don’t click that, it’s a sponsored link.See, it’s in Vegas.”
“Dammit.”
Gwen made a grab for the phone.“Here, let me.”
Bailey elbowed her back.“I’m doing it.”
“You’re doing it wrong.”
Chloe rolled to her hands and knees, then planted a hand on the coffee table and pushed to her feet.“Since you two don’t need me for this, I’m going to go check out the water pressure in the shower.”
Leaving them to their bickering, she weaved her way down the hall and into the bathroom.Bailey had packed away the tools of her trade, leaving the marble countertops clear but for the fluffy white towels and the silver basket of complimentary toiletries.She poked through it, plucking out the little bottles of body wash and bubble bath, then turned to the tub.
Screw the shower, she was going for a swim.
She pushed the plug into the drain then turned on the taps.While the water gushed, she unscrewed the bubble bath and gave it a sniff.According to the label it smelled like orange blossoms and vanilla.“Works for me,” she decided and dumped it in.
The champagne and Kahlúa were making her head spin, so she hung onto the countertop to undress, then used the wall to guide her to the toilet room.By the time she emptied her bladder and used the bidet—and wasn’t that a trip—the tub was already half full, a pile of fragrant bubbles floating on the water.
Since she didn’t want to drown she turned off the taps, and was just sinking into the bubbles when Bailey and Gwen came walking in.
“I thought you were going to take a shower,” Bailey accused.
“Changed my mind.”The water was hot, almost too hot to stand, and it felt amazing.“Does this bubble bath smell like orange blossoms and vanilla?”
Gwen leaned over and took a sniff.“I don’t know.What are orange blossoms supposed to smell like?”
“Beats me.”Chloe scooped up a palm full of bubbles and brought them to her nose.“I like it, though.”
“I called dibs on this tub,” Bailey reminded them.
Chloe blew the bubbles on her hand at Bailey’s scowling face.“Snooze, lose.Besides, it’s my birthday.”
Bailey swiped bubbles off her shirt.“Bitch.”
“Oh, get over it and tell her what we found.”
Chloe looked at Gwen.“What did you find?”
Gwen nudged Bailey.“Tell her.”
Bailey grumbled, then sighed.“Fine.There are no swingers clubs in Braxton, but there’s one in Kenning.”
Chloe blinked.“In Michigan?”
“About ten miles over the border,” Bailey confirmed.
“The website is pretty comprehensive,” Gwen added and started to pass over the phone.
Bailey laid a restraining hand on Gwen’s arm.“Don’t give her that while she’s in the tub.”
Chloe frowned.“I’m not going to drop it.”
“You’ve killed two e-readers in the tub,” Bailey reminded her.“And that was when you were sober.”
Gwen shoved the phone in her pocket.“You can look when you get out.”
Chloe sank deeper into the tub.“I have to drive to Michigan for my threesome?”
