“Just… this guy I met.”
“Where?”
I hesitate.
“Where?” Daphne repeats, tilting her head.
“You ever heard of Mont du Marquette?”
Both of them stare at me blankly.
“The hell is Mont du Marquette?” Mary Ann asks.
“It’s a sex club,” I blurt. “I went there on a whim with my college friends.”
Their jaws drop.
“You met this guyat a sex club?”
I nod, grinning sheepishly. “It sounds so shady when you say it like that.”
“Did you sleep with himatthe sex club?”
“Oh God, no!” I laugh. “We were fully clothed the whole time. You wear masks in there. We just… flirted. And watched a naked woman get flogged.”
Both of them recoil like they’ve been splashed with cold water.
“Youwatchedher? Like, out in the open?”
“Yeah.” I sip my drink again. “I think that’s the appeal—being watched. But everyone’s masked, so it’s notcompletelypublic.”
Mary Ann blinks. “Girl, you need to write amemoir.”
Daphne fans herself. “Okay, now youhaveto tell us about this man.”
“He’s tall. Very sexy. Deep voice. Really nice arms. He sent me a selfie,” I say, trying to keep it cool.
That’s all I manage. Because, truthfully, I still haven’t seen his face.
“I wouldn’t even know him if I was standing next to him,” I add.
“Would you recognize his… equipment?” Mary Ann asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Mary Ann!” Daphne cries, half laughing, half scandalized. “She already said they were clothed, remember?”
I shake my head, chuckling, and pull out my phone. “Okay, okay… I’ll show you thenon-nakedselfie. You have to promise not to scream.”
I flip the screen around.
Mary Ann’s eyes go wide. “Oh, my holyabs. And that is definitely the outline of his—mmm-mmm. Nice work.”
I can’t help but giggle. “It’s… a good size. Definitely. Bigger than my, uh?—”
“Bigger than your kinda-sorta fiancé?”
I nod. “Doesn’t matter though. Bigger doesn’t mean better.”
“Honey,” Mary Ann says, pointing at me with her margarita. “You need to take off that ring.”
