Then I would shred the photo.
I stepped into the master bedroom and was greeted by the smell of citrus.
I tossed the photo aside as I regarded the scene in front of me.
There she was, eyes closed, on her back on my bed, legs spread, hanging off the side. Her hand was between them, stroking the dark-pink flesh.
“Grayson,” she moaned.
The last shred of my self-control vanished.
35
LEXI
“You did it!” Grenadine and McKenna yelled when I walked into the studio apartment.
“No, I didn’t, and I didn’t even bring the food,” I wailed.
“Awkward,” McKenna said with a grimace.
“No brie and no sex. Ain’t life a bitch,” McKenna’s grandmother stated.
“He found out that I was a …” I lowered my voice. “A virgin.”
“You weren’t supposed to tell him,” McKenna shrieked. “Guys like Grayson don’t want virgins. They want sex kittens.”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
I kicked myself, wishing I had at least thought to grab a wedge of cheese out of the fridge before fleeing Grayson’s penthouse.
“This isn’t over,” McKenna assured me, draping a tea towel over my shoulders like I was a disgraced boxer. “You just need to regroup and climb back on the horse.”
“The problem is she’s never been on the horse in the first place.” Grenadine slapped her mug of wine on the table. “You need riding lessons, missy.”
“Like actual horse riding? Because I took equestrian lessons in middle school.”
“I’m talking about dick,” Grenadine said.
I winced. I was not a fan of cursing or dirty words. You know, Disney adult etc., etc.
The senior citizen rummaged in one of the overstuffed cupboards and pulled out a book,The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Masturbation.
“Tell me this is an ironic title.” I felt faint.
McKenna’s grandmother opened the large book.
I sneezed at the dust.
“Have you ever given yourself an orgasm?” she asked me.
“No!” I shrieked. I slammed the book shut. “I’m not about to start now.”
The elderly woman opened the book and tapped a series of black-and-white images.
“This,” she said, “is how you masturbate. There are step-by-step instructions. Have a glass of wine and get familiar with your likes and dislikes, then you can guide your boss’s tongue the next time you see him.”
“Maybe I need to call the whole thing off,” I groaned.
