“How many casual hookups have you had?” Elsie asked her. “I thought you lived with your parents.”
“I do, but I read a lot of romance novels. Guys like women who are in tune with themselves sexually,” she told us. “You just need to send him a sexy picture of you pulling your panties to the side with a message like, ‘I’m wide open for you.’”
We all gaped at sweet Brea, who was quickly embroidering a piece of lace and looked like a wholesome Victorian lady. She looked up at us blithely.
“What kind of books have you been reading?” Grace finally asked.
Sophie dug in Brea’s sewing bag for her tablet. “He Pays for Her Pleasure. Abducted by the Well-Endowed Billionaire.”
“It’s a play on words,” Brea said, smiling.
“Uh-huh.” I peeked at the covers and blushed. “Lord.”
“You just have to get him excited,” Brea insisted. “He won’t be able to help himself.”
“Ooh! Grace can take a boudoir picture!” Amy said around a slice of pizza.
“I’m not doing a porno shoot for Ivy,” Grace said. “I will not sully my camera lens.”
“It doesn’t have to be pornographic, just titillating,” Sophie said, taking out her phone. “Ivy, unbutton the top two buttons on your blouse.”
“Here?” I squawked. “We’re in a restaurant!”
“Yes. It’s going to look super casual, like you’re out with your friends.” Amy reached over and undid two buttons.
“I feel like we’re all way too close,” I grumbled as she hiked up my boobs.
“Just smoosh them together,” she said.
Grace looked at me critically. “She should have a sexy cocktail with her.”
“I have a better idea,” Elsie said, handing me a garlic knot from the platter. “Lick that, and Sophie will take the photo.”
“No, I’ll take the photo,” Grace said with a long-suffering sigh. “If we’re doing this, it has to be good.”
“Lick the garlic knot like you want to lick Evan’s balls.”
“I don’t—”
“Lick it! Lick it! Lick it!” my friends chanted.
“I don’t understand,” I said, trying to simultaneously smoosh my boobs up and lick the garlic knot. It was more difficult than you would think.
“Relax your face,” Grace ordered. “You look like you’re having a stroke.”
I did my best porn-star face and licked the garlic knot.
“Perfect!” Grace said, snickering. Elsie snagged the phone and wrote the message.
I peered over her shoulder. “‘I like licking balls.’ What the hell? I can’t send Evan this!”
“Do you want to get laid?” Elsie countered.
“Like in theory?”
“Like by Evan. Didn’t you say you saw him naked?”
“Half naked. Well, I half saw him naked. It was through my bathroom door,” I explained.
