Page 80 of Misadventures of a Biker

“Absolute craziest.”

“Crazy how?”

I sipped my sake. “Something that surprised the hell out of you. In a good way.”

She wedged the slice of sushi into her mouth. As she chewed, she rocked her head from side to side goofily.

“I suppose,” she said, still chewing the food, “it’d have to be anal beads.”

I nearly choked. I leaned over the edge of the table. “Anal beads?” I whispered excitedly. “Oh my God. When?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” I argued. “Who was it with?”

She reached for her drink. “It doesn’t matter.”

I relaxed against the back of my chair and gave her a side-eyed look. “We’re keeping secrets now?”

“Fine. It was a few weeks ago.”

I gasped. “You’re seeing someone?”

She picked up another piece of sushi. “Kind of.”

I slapped her hand. “Stop eating. Tell me more.”

“I met him at Cavo.”

“You went there without me?”

Her brows pinched together. “You’re going clubbing with me now? You and Devin?”

I let out a sigh. “Good point. Anyway…” I finished my sake. “Give it to me.”

I raised my glass. She lifted the flask and poured me another. “He’s older than me, and he—”

“How much older?”

“Ten years.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“He’s thinking about moving here. He was—”

“He doesn’t live here?”

“No.”

“You had a one-night stand that included anal beads?” I gave her a look. “Who are you?”

“I’ve seen him ten times, give or take. The first time was three weeks ago.”

“What’s he do?”

She chuckled. “It’s kind of funny.”

“Funny how?”