After finishing coughing, Tasha laughed at Lucy who looked beyond smug. “You are disgusting,” she accused.
“You say disgusting and I say keeping it real, but on to you. So, is he the real deal, Mr Hollywood Hotshot?”
“He could be. I really like him and I have never felt like this about anyone before and the sex is phenomenal.”
“What about Gerry?” Lucy turned serious.
“What about him? He’s with Kara and I’m over it.”
“Wow, Jim must be good.”
“He is, which reminds me, how do I video chat?”
Lucy laughed as she refilled their glasses. “Oh my God. Natasha Winters is going for some online sex action.”
Tasha laughed with her friend and attempted to feign innocence, “Not necessarily.”
“Oh my God, you are! You have changed, Natasha Winters.”
While Tasha laughed, Lucy grabbed her laptop and turned it on. A few minutes later she passed the laptop back to Tasha and talked her through what to do and as her phone beeped a message alert. “I am off to bed, to text Ryan while you do whatever you and Jim do.” She kissed Tasha on the cheek. “You can do it from your phone too, but you might prefer the larger screen for the action shots,” she added with a wink.
“Night,” called Tasha between giggles as she watched her friend walk away.
“Yeah, see you in the morning. It’s good to have you back, Tash, if only for a while,” grinned Lucy.
With her laptop and phone, Tasha headed to bed too where she tentatively composed a text.
Suddenly her phone sprang into life to the sound of Viva Las Vegas. She smiled as she answered.
“Hello, Mr Maybury.”
“Hello, Miss Winters. I got fed up with sexting. I needed to speak to you and hear your voice.”
Tasha couldn’t disagree with him. She loved the sexting, texting and banter they shared, but sometimes there was no substitute for a real conversation.
“So, why the excitement at the prospect of my twin brother? I only share DNA with Bobby, and for the record, we are alike but not identical so if you have any kinky ideas about the two of us…”
She laughed as she protested, “No, although, now you mention it, that would be really kinky. Oh, and I am not a toy that could be shared, well I hope I’m not, but I am more than happy with one Mr Maybury in my life.”
“Good. My sisters are desperate to meet you after Lizzie and the oldies told them how fabulous you are and how smitten I am.”
Tasha felt sure she could sense a smile.
“I didn’t mean to suggest you’re a toy. You know that, right?”
“Yes.” She truly believed Jim wasn’t really the sort to play, well not without being up front about it, meaning she was more than a disposable or lendable commodity. “Tell me about your sisters?”
“Briana is the oldest by two years, is very protective and is a nurse and Sophie is two years younger and is a kindergarten teacher. They are both married with two kids and Bobby is on wife number three and has one child with his number three. He is a blood thirsty, criminal attorney with a very prominent firm in L.A. Happy now?”
