Page 45 of About That Pact

“If it makes you feel any better, this is a PGA tournament. I doubt he could find a woman to corrupt there.”

“It’s like you don’t know your brother. He will find the one female who is bored and wants to leave with him. I’d rather not have to babysit.”

“I don’t know what to tell you.” She sat down at the table with her friends. “I just got here and there’s a mimosa calling my name.”

“You better make this up to me.” His voice changed. It was now dripping seductively with need.

This was the problem with sleeping with someone who was a friend. All his mannerisms, Charlotte knew by heart. His voice was full of promises which was now making her mimosa seem not as exciting.

“What did you have in mind?”

“You calling my name later,” he gruffed. “Actually, screaming my name.”

She blushed. She had never been a screamer in bed, but sex with Rafe had proved a different story.

“I’m amendable to that,” she said with some heat in her voice, acknowledging they were definitely having sex later. She had to get off the phone before she caved and went to go see him.

“You’re in trouble,” he told her, then hung up.

There was something wicked in his tone that gave her goosebumps. She had no idea how long a golf tournament ran in one day, but she couldn’t wait to see him later.

“WHAT IS YOUR smile about?” Rachel questioned when Charlotte put her phone away.

“Nothing,” Charlotte responded. Picking up her mimosa, she took a sip to hide her expression from her friends.

“Nothing is making you look like you just won the lottery?” Rachel pushed, putting both of her arms on the table.

Jada intervened. “Stop it, if she wants to smile, let her. You and I both know why she’s happy.”

“Fair. If I was having sex with an Italian stud, I’d be smiling too.” Rachel caved, picking up her drink.

Charlotte put down her mimosa. She had no idea how her friends had been able to sniff out the truth so quickly. It was like she had a sign on her head declaring she had been having delicious orgasm after delicious orgasm all weekend with Rafe.

Jada clinked her drink against Rachel’s almost empty glass. Right? When he dropped in on happy hour, I swooned. His eyes look like the color of apples. It was hard not to stare. Can you imagine when they turn all sexy? Yum.”

“Talk about yummy, his body with clothes on is hot, I bet when he’s naked, he doesn’t even need to flex to show muscle.” Rachel waved herself off like it was hot in the restaurant.

“Do you think she has brush burn from the stubble on his face?” Jada asked. “Not that anyone would complain, but—”

“Jada!” Charlotte yelped. “I expect this from Rachel, but you?”

“Just admit it,” Jada said.

“You are having amazing sex with the man you gave all your firsts to,” Rachel said gleefully, wiggling in her seat.

All of this was true, but she didn’t want to divulge too much. She wasn’t keeping it a secret because she was ashamed or embarrassed about being with Rafe. It was the opposite. Charlotte was loving the time she spent with him, even when that didn’t include sex. She didn’t want to tell anyone because she wasn’t sure how long friends with benefits was going to last.

“We already know you two slept together,” Rachel told her.

“I know,” she said. “I was there when I told you.”

Rachel waved her off. “We aren’t talking about the past. We are talking about the present. As in, last night, I bet you orgasmed.”

“How do you know?” Charlotte finally asked.

Jada high-fived Rachel. Charlotte looked back and forth between her friends.

“And now we know for sure,” Rachel haughtily said. “We were able to figure out you guys had already slept together on our own, you only confirmed it.”