Chloe raised her hands to her breasts, testing.Yes, they were firm, but they were also soft.“I think it’s ’cuz yours are so big and mine are so small.”
“That too.”
“Food’s here,” Gwen announced, pitching her voice over the clatter of the room service cart, then stopped dead.“What the hell is this?”
“She called dibs,” Chloe explained.
Gwen hurried to the stack of towels on the counter.“For God’s sake, there’s water all over the floor.”
“There’s a drain,” Bailey said, but Gwen was already mopping it up.“Did they bring my oysters?”
“Yes, and your club sandwich,” Gwen told Chloe and grabbed another towel.“You couldn’t have let some water out before she climbed in?”
“She didn’t exactly warn me.”Chloe reached for the room service cart only to have her hand slapped away.“Hey.”
“Don’t reach, you’ll spill more water.”Tossing the towels aside, Gwen grabbed the cart to drag it closer.“Here, this is yours.”
“Yum.”Chloe reached for a sandwich triangle and bit in.“Ouch.”
“Take the toothpick out first, genius.”
“Where are my lemons?”Bailey wanted to know.“I can’t eat oysters without lemons.”
“They’re right here, your highness.”Gwen passed over a bowl covered in plastic wrap, then sat cross-legged on the floor.“Dammit, this is still wet.”
“Just take your pants off,” Chloe suggested.“That’s what we did.”
Gwen got up, put down a towel, and sat again.“So?What’s the word?”
Chloe plucked a piece of bacon out of her sandwich.“Squishy.”
“Huh?”
“Stop saying that,” Bailey ordered.“She means what’s the word on the swingers club in Kenning.”
“Oh.I don’t know.It feels weird to drive to another state just for sex.”
“Well, when you put it that way,” Gwen agreed and bit into her grilled cheese.
Bailey picked up an oyster and a lemon wedge.“It’s really too bad Hammer and Ink aren’t a possibility.Those guys are hot.”
“So hot,” Gwen agreed and dipped a French fry into the fancy little saucer of ketchup room service had provided.“I might have a threesome if it were with those two.”
“Maybe you’re not a prude after all,” Bailey said approvingly.
“Thank you,” Gwen said solemnly.“You’re still a libertine.”
“Thank you,” Bailey said, equally somber, and squeezed lemon juice over her oyster.
“Shit,” Chloe said.“I dropped my sandwich in the water.”
“Told you,” Bailey said and sucked down the oyster.
Chapter Three
At four o’clock on January second, Chloe stepped out of her apartment, locked the door behind her, and, shivering in the cold, took the narrow stairs that ran down the back of the building to The Wild Clover for her shift at the bar.
She let herself in the back door, stepping into the narrow hallway between her aunts’ office and the tiny room that served as the staff lounge.Yanking the door shut behind her, she turned into the lounge.
