That’s what she’s interested in? Not the mirror?Poor form, Gail.“About how he uses the mirror to get himself off and demonstrating how hot that could be.”
“And that’s where you did some self-care in front of him?”
I huff, upset my friend doesn’t know me at all. “Fuck no. I flashed him my breasts, then attempted to barricade myself in the guest room.”
Is it a testament of my weirdness or her strength that she doesn’t seem surprised? “How did the dog get involved?”
I wave one hand over my ear. “I put my headphones in and decided to try out the soul sucker, hands-free vibrator.”
“Okay.”
“Hunter decided to check if my windows were secure, and as I had my headphones in, I didn’t hear him enter.”
Gail’s jaw drops. “He found you bringing yourself pleasure?”
So formal. Clearly, we are in full therapist mode. “He did. And instead of leaving like a gentleman, he settled in for the show.”
“And the dog?”
I glance over my shoulder at the menace before facing the camera again. “Dove on the bed, alerting me I was no longer alone. He knocked the controller out of my hands, which turned up the strength, forcing me over the edge in front of both of them.”
Her mouth opens. Closes. Then she takes a sip out of her mug and grimaces. I’m assuming through the lack of steam it is cold.Gross.
“How do you feel now?”
“Now? A little irritated.”
“That’s understandable. He invaded your private space, even if it’s his home.”
“Oh, I’m not irritated about that. Someone is playing coy with the surveillance system I hacked throughout the town.”
She sighs and scribbles something on her notepad. I dare not ask what she writes about me. “How are you feeling about last night?”
I shrug. “Potentially embarrassed, but then he brought fresh pastries, and I forgot about it. At least, until you made me relive it.”
“He distracted you with baked goods?”
I tilt my head. Is that what he was doing this morning? Distracting me with delicious treats? How much of a fool am I that it worked?
“What was that thought?” Gail prods.
“You’d be proud of me.”
“I’m dying to hear this.”
“I opened up a little.”
“About?”
“My mom. The cult.” I glance away. “Jonathan.”
“To Hunter?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He is...” I squint at the wall. How to describe a man that simultaneously drives me nuts and makes my heart pump twice as fast? Gail doesn’t fill in the awkward silence like most normal people. I’d long since stopped trying that particular trick on her. Her patience is as long as my stubbornness, and I’ve tested it enough to realize I won’t win against her.
