I fell apart within seconds.
Will he make me come so easily tonight too? I should talk to him before we do anything. I already mentioned that I struggle to… enjoy myself. He claims to be different than other men, but if the rest of him is as magical as his tail, then…
I shake the thought, trying not to work myself up because what if it leads to disappointment?
“I wouldn’t know anything about gargoyle peens,” I say, making sure only Evangeline can hear me.
She leans in, eyes lit with mischief. “They’re big and bulbous.”
“Bulbous?”
“In the tip, the middle, and at the base. And they can vibrate!”
She’s whispering, but I still glance around the café. The only other person here—besides Evangeline’s bodyguards and the workers—has headphones on, and he’s bobbing his head to whatever music he’s listening to.
“Wait. So both the penisandtail vibrate?”
Evangeline gasps. “So Locherandidfuck you with his tail?”
I open my mouth, but the server appears, allowing me to hide my red face behind the menu. She sets down waters for us and asks if we’d like to order. I decide on a chicken Caesar wrap with some fries. Evangeline gets a turkey club and fries.
After handing the woman the menus, she walks off, and I chug my drink until it’s nearly gone.
“For your information,” I whisper. “He didn’t fuck me with his tail. He just… did other things.”
Evangeline snorts. “These monsters know what they’re doing, don’t they?”
God, yes, they do.
My body is overheating remembering Locheran’s touch, his mouth, his words.
Ugh!
I can’t talk about this anymore. Not in public. Not with the knowing glances the shifters are giving me.
I pull out the handheld fan I keep in my purse and turn it on, attempting to cool myself down.
“I owe you and Xander a cake,” I say, changing the subject.
Evangeline smirks and shakes her head, not questioning my need to move on from the conversation.
“You don’t owe us anything.”
“You don’t even know what it’s for.”
My best friend’s face softens. She places her palm over the hand fidgeting with the fork on the table.
“You moving here is the only gift I need.”
I smile and attempt to squash the tears that gather behind my eyes.
“I’m sorry we drifted apart,” she says, keeping her hand on mine. I open my mouth to argue, but Evangeline shakes her head. “We did and it was my fault.”
“It was your ex’s fault.” I turn my hand over, so we’re palm to palm. “You were in an abusive marriage. When you finally divorced that loser, you were in recovery.”
“But I didn’t let you in. You wanted to support me but I…”
Tears cut off her words.
