“Why? Do you wish it was true?” she challenges.
Her question makes me pause. Do I? I glan
ce over at the man who’s handed me the world on a silver platter. My breasts grow heavy. A flash of heat winds its way through my body. Embarrassed by my body’s response, I quickly look away. “Oh my God, I think I do.”
“You see the way you feel? I’d be willing to bet you a thousand bucks he’s going through the same thing.”
“What the hell am I going to do?” I ask, flustered.
“Take a chance, babe.”
The thought of rejection from Wizard makes me sick to my stomach. “What if I screw everything up? The arrangement works for us right now.”
“Feel him out and follow your gut. Not your head, but your heart. You’re allowed to be happy.”
“I don’t think I know what that feels like.”
“I know. I was like you once, and then Riker showed me a better way. I think maybe you and Wizard could show one another.”
I marinate on her words.
“Nevy, we’re all set here,” Wizard calls out. “You want to bring your things in?”
The childhood nickname is a splash of cold water to my face. “Yeah. I’ll catch up with you in a bit, Mimi.” I stand and walk with him to the bike.
“Having fun?” Wizard asks.
“Yeah. I didn’t realize how long it’d been since I saw her last, until we started talking.”
“You’ve had a lot going on recently.”
“I can say the same for you,” I reply.
“Hmmm.”
His tone makes me shrink into myself. The awkwardness returns full force. I shove my hands into my pockets and walk to the motorcycle. After I unpack, we emerge to watch the sun begin to set. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper.
“Yes, it is,” he agrees.
I look up and catch him staring. Mimi’s words play in my brain on loop. We move closer. Fireworks go off in the distance and we jump.
“This isn’t right.” He takes a step away from me.
“Why—what?”
“I’m going to go grab some beer.” He rushes off, leaving me in front of the tent embarrassed and utterly confused.
“Fuck.” I snatch up a beer, pop the tab, and chug it. I don’t know what that was back there, but it wasn’t part of our plan. We have a good set up. We respect each other and get along well. This would fuck it all up. I run my fingers through my hair.
“Hey, Wiz.”
The throaty purr makes me smirk. Just the distraction I need. “Trixie.” I turn to take in the buxom blonde.
Her breasts are pressed together in her black corset. “Been a long time since I saw you. You on lock down or something?” She steps closer to me. Her breasts brush against my chest as she trails her manicured nails down my arms.
Gooseflesh breaks out. She’s been my go-to girl for years. We have a good arrangement; no strings or expectations, just plenty of fun. I shrug. “I’ve been busy.”
“You’ve been missed.”