I glanced over at Daniella, our driver, who had a drink in her hand. From what I’d noticed, she’d had a drink in her hand all day.
She noticed me looking and drifted over. She was wearing a bikini with a white lace cover-up thing over it. I made a point of not looking anywhere south of her face. I’d noticed, though, that she was a little skinnier then Danica. Not in a bad way. Just… different.
“You planning on driving us home after this?” I asked her as she sipped her drink. It was a Caesar, complete with salted rim and some pickled asparagus sticking out of it.
“Nope. Margot will call us a cab. I’ll get my car later.”
“Good.”
“So,” she said. “Danica told me about catching your dick in your zipper.”
Fucking fantastic.
Was there no intimate detail left unturned between these women?
“Yeah? She tell you my dick length and the circumference of my ball sac, too?”
“I wish,” Daniella said. Then she rolled her eyes at me. “Relax. I don’t care about your dick. I just wish she’d tell me more, in general.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Let’s just look at the bright side, shall we?” Her eyes shone with a little too much pleasure. “You’re here, even though she made your dick bleed.”
“I am.”
“I’m gonna assume that means you like her. A lot. You know, dudes usually aren’t real happy when their dicks bleed.” She bit the end off her asparagus and smiled.
“Not usually,” I mumbled, helping myself to some fancy pastry thing that Aunt Whatever-M-Name made.
“I told her to have sex with you the second your dick recovers,” Daniella informed me.
I looked at her.
“You’re welcome,” she said, then turned and walked away.
Okay. That was fucking weird.
Like she seemed to think Danica wanted—or worse, needed—her permission to fuck me?
A few minutes later, as I sat down next to Danica on one of the cushy lounge chairs out by the pool, I told her, “Your sister just said something interesting.”
Everyone had come outside and was either lounging or in the pool. Still sipping cocktails, of course. Almost every one of them had giant sunglasses and/or a giant sunhat on. And a sexy-ass bikini or one-piece.
Seriously, Danica’s family was a smoke show. All the women looked fucking great for their age.
“What did she say?” Danica asked me with a hesitant smile. She had sunglasses on, so I couldn’t see her eyes, but her lips looked like ripe, juicy fruit as she sipped her champagne.
Fuck, I wanted to kiss her.
Wasn’t really sure how that would go over with her family, though. And unfortunately, I respected her too much to be a dick about it and just find out.
“She said she told you to fuck me.”
Danica sighed a little. “Yeah. She did.”
“You serious?” Christ. She’d told me she wouldn’t “betray” her sister for a guy, but even then, I didn’t fully get her meaning. Because there was nothing between Daniella and me. It just didn’t all add up in my head until right this second, what she’d meant… “All this time, your sister’s been cockblocking me?”
“No,” she said. “I mean… Not exactly.” She sighed again. “Okay, this might sound strange to you, but me and Dani kind of have this rule about guys…”
