No, notourplace. It’s just a restaurant. One I come to by myself every time I visit from London but whatever.
Pressing a button, I wait till the top closes and seals before getting out and going into the restaurant. Luckily, the table I want is available, and a hostess I haven’t seen before seats me.
Then I order the same thing Minnie ordered that night, and I sigh, wondering what the fuck I’m doing with my life.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Defilement plans
Mindy
PRESENT DAY
“Happy anniversary, Mindy!” Caroline crows as I approach the table where she’s sitting in one of our favorite go-to spots for lunch.
“Thank you,” I say with a beaming smile.
“It’s your anniversary today? How many years?” asks Aubrey, the newest member of our little group.
“Three.” I sit in the chair across from them.
“You got the kitty pie all prepped and ready for tonight?” Caroline asks with a smirk on her pretty face.
I roll my eyes at her ridiculousness. “Yes, I got a wax yesterday at lunch. I’m all ready for tomorrow night.”
“Tonight, you mean.”
My eyebrows crunch together. “No, tomorrow. Today is Thursday.”
“So, you can’t have sex on a Thursday?” Caroline asks with a laugh like that’s the silliest thing she’s ever heard, but it quickly fades away when she notices my eyebrows attempting to become one. “Wait. Are you serious?”
Caroline and Aubrey are both staring at me, and I shrug. “What? Friday nights are when Rose is out of the apartment. She goes out for girls’ night.”
“Ahh, so that’s your kinky, get-freaky-all-over-the-house, scream-the-walls-down night,” Caro says, leaning back in her chair with a nod of understanding.
Hmmm, not exactly.“Friday is oursex night,” I explain, the last two words practically a whisper. My two friends glance at each other and then back at me. “Don’t you guys have a sex night?”
With her lips tugging up on one side, Caroline says, “Yep. Ours is any night that ends in Y.”
Aubrey giggles and raises one hand like she’s in class. “Us too.”
I’m sure my face registers my astonishment. “Every night?”
The girls link eyes again, and Caroline gives a little shrug. “Not necessarily, but almost. At least five times a week. Unless I’m on my period.” Aubrey’s face turns red, and she suddenly becomes very interested in her water glass. Caro jumps on it. “Why are you blushing, Aub? Wait! Oh my god! Does Joey ride the Red River?”
“Car-o-line!” Aubrey drawls, her face the color of a beet. “I don’t… we were talking about Mindy,” she deflects not-so-smoothly.
“So that’s a yes,” Caro howls, jabbing a perfect red nail at our friend.
“Stop it,” she says, swatting her hand away with her napkin.
“Ladies, may I take your order?” Our server, a young man with dark, wavy hair appears beside us, a barely restrained grin on his handsome face.
“Oh, Jesus.” Aubrey drapes her napkin over her face, her short, blonde curls sticking out the sides. “Chicken bacon ranch wrap on a jalapeño tortilla, please,” comes her muffled voice.
I press my fingers against my lips as Caroline orders, and then I smile up at the man. “I’ll have the California Club.” Once he departs, I pull the napkin away from Aubrey’s face. “He’s gone now.”
“He totally heard Caro saying I have sex with my husband on my period.”
