“Looks like it,” Bailey said, then turned her head when bells rang out.“That’s room service.”
“I’ll get it,” Gwen offered.
“I don’t want to drive to Michigan,” Chloe complained as Gwen jogged out.
“I don’t blame you.”Bailey bent to rummage in the bag of hair-styling supplies she’d left on the floor.“If you’re going to drive that far for sex, you want some kind of an orgasm guarantee.”
“What’s the farthest you’ve ever driven for sex?”Chloe asked.
“Chicago.”Coming up with a hair clip, Bailey started gathering her hair.“But that was a special occasion, and at least when the sex was over, I was in Chicago.”
“What was special about it?”
“Nash’s twenty-first birthday.”Twisting her hair on top of her head, she secured it with the clip.“He was playing in a tournament, had to sneak me into his hotel room.Good times.”
“I bet,” Chloe said, then blinked when Bailey pulled her shirt off over her head.“What are you doing?”
Bailey unhooked her bra, tossed it aside, and began to wiggle out of her jeans.“Getting naked.”
Chloe watched the jeans follow the bra.“Why are you getting naked?”
“Because I called dibs,” Bailey said and, kicking her panties off, climbed into the tub at Chloe’s feet.
Chloe could only stare.“Did you dye your pubic hair blue?”
“Uh-huh,” Bailey said.“Put your feet together so I can get my legs on the outside of yours.”
Doing as she was told, Chloe continued to stare at the triangle of blue hair.“Isn’t that dangerous?Getting those chemicals so close to your vagina?”
“Nah.It’s a special dye for pubic hair.”Bailey sank into the tub, sending water and bubbles cascading to the floor.“God, that feels good.”
“We’re getting water on the floor,” Chloe said, watching the small river snake across the tile.
“There’s a drain.”
“Oh.Okay.”
“Move your feet, they’re poking my pussy,” Bailey said.
Chloe drew her knees up.“My toes aren’t going to turn blue, are they?”
Bailey snorted, making her breasts bounce in the bubbles.“No.Are you going to drive to Michigan?”
“I don’t know.Your boobs are floating.”
“They’re very buoyant.”
Chloe looked down at her chest, still submerged in the water, and frowned.“My boobs don’t float.”
“That’s because your boobs are firm.Mine are…what’s a nice word for not firm breasts?”
Chloe thought for a minute.“Squishy?”
Bailey glared.“I said nice.”
“I think squishy is nice,” Chloe protested.“I like things that are squishy.Squishy makes me happy.”
Bailey flicked her fingers over the water, sending bubbles flying at Chloe.“Stop saying squishy.Soft.My boobs are soft.Ergo, they float.”
