“It wasn’t me.”
Finley’s eyebrows are in danger of disappearing off her forehead altogether, she hooks them up so far. “I saw you in the kitchen, remember? You promised to refill the trays.” She folds her arms over her chest and shakes her head. “A promise that I’m still waiting to see fulfilled.”
I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “Notthat. The blow job wasn’t me. He made me watch a video—”
“Hemadeyou?” Rosa leans forward, appearing alarmed. “Why is your boyfriend forcing you to watch—”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
Finley gives a triumphant crow. “Then I can have him.”
“Except for the lesbian bit.”
She waves a hand, unperturbed. “His dad has enough money for the world’s best conversion therapy.”
Rosa pushes her knee. “Don’t even joke. Besides which, it’s illegal.”
“All the best things are. And don’t be jealous just because I bagsed him first. I’ll put in a good word for you with his dad.”
“Am I old enough to date his father?”
“The question you should ask is are you young enough, but either way, absolutely.”
Rosa shushes her with a hand over her mouth. “If that gorgeous man was in your bedroom, why was he forcing you to indulge in a nasty porn habit?”
“Perhaps forcing isn’t the right word, and it’s not nasty.”
Finley struggles free, laughing. “Oh, it’s nasty all right. I don’t know how you straight girls fit those things into your mouths.”
“Such a bad girl,” Rosa adds. “I feel like we should report this to someone.”
“Someone in authority.”
“Perhaps two someones.”
“Three to be safe.”
“Talking of safe, I don’t know that I’ll ever feel that way with such a bad girl in the house.”
“Stop it!” I yell as my tired mind fails to track the conversation.
Rosa’s mouth opens in mock horror. “Such a temper, too.”
“Such a temper.”
“It’s probably her upbringing.”
“Or lack thereof.”
“Just stop.” I hold up my hand, feeling like the shuttlecock in a game of amateur badminton. “Please. Stop.”
Finley takes her seat again, crossing her feet on the table. “Well, since you said please.”
Rosa takes a closer look at me. “We’re just teasing. Sorry if you didn’t like it.”
“Oh, she likes—”
“Finley!”
