“Taylor told me to show up at his place in nothing but a trench coat and see how fast he makes a move.”
“Taylor,” Ivory laughs and shakes her head.
Grabbing a soda out of the refrigerator to help with the sudden wave of nausea I’m feeling, I try to hide how poorly I’m feeling today with another witty remark. “Manifesdick or whatever they call it.”
Gabby rolls her eyes at me. “I don’t think that’s how manifestation works.”
“In this case, it did.” I give her my best ‘tell me I’m wrong’ look, but she can’t because she totally got dicked down and I am here for it.
At least one of us is getting some dick.
“Don’t hold out on us. Was it good?” Ivory washes her hands, finished prepping lunch and fully invested in girl talk.
“Good wouldn’t be the way I’d describe it. It was insanely hot. He pinned me up against the window wall in his condo and fucked my brains out.”
“Hell yes.” I hold my hand out for a high five.
“I love when Preston throws me around. So hot.”
“It was better than I remember, and our hook up on the island was filthy. He planked over my face that time.”
I fan myself at the image. What would it feel like for Grant to pin me against the windows in the penthouse? What would it look like to have him hovering over me, the chain dangling between us while I took him in my mouth? Shoving another grape in my mouth, I focus on the burst of sweetness on my tongue.
Fuck, now I’m thinking about him coming in my mouth.
“Earth to Taylor.” Gabby waves a hand in my face.
“Hmm? Sorry, I was picturing what that would look like.”
“Should I get some paper? We can draw it,” Ivory teases.
“Oh my god, you guys.” Gabby covers her face with her hands, and we all laugh.
“But seriously, G. He seems good for you. You’re more you than we’ve seen you in a long time.” Ivory wraps Gabby in a hug.
“She’s right. The assholes are gone, and you’re getting the D.” I join their huddle and squeeze my two best girls. “August has been a good month for you.”
“I’m deliriously happy, but also scared about this all coming out.”
“It will be fine,” I assure her.
“I think I’m going to tell Grant I’ll take the general counsel job.”
“Well, this calls for something stronger than soda.” Ivory grabs a bottle of wine from the wine cooler while I collect three glasses from the rack.
“It’s not tequila shots, but I guess we’ve evolved.” I line the glasses up on the counter and wait for Ivory to pour the wine before passing a glass to Gabby over the counter.
“Don’t think I could handle tequila shots at noon,” Gabby cringes.
“To Gabby,” Ivory holds her glass into the air.
“Proud of you,” I add.
Gabby smiles and taps her glass to ours. “Love you girls.”
“Is the coast clear?” Preston pokes his head in the back door.
Ivory pulls him into the kitchen and plants an indecent kiss to his lips.
