Reba

“So,you get him to fuck you yet?”

Reba almost tipped over her mimosa, which would have been a damn shame because it was always the highlight of brunch. Food was great, but Reba liked to get a good buzz going every so often. She enjoyed that light, fizzy feeling where everything was a bright ray of sunshine that washed away her woes, not that she was overdoing it today since she was meeting up with Devon later. Drunk baking was not a good idea.

Brunch with her girls wasn’t a regular Sunday tradition—which made it even more special because they usually did it for specific occasions—but since Cherisse was off on vacation, Reba had a bit more time for “just cuz we feel like it” boozy brunch. Ayo and Trina had suggested they utilise Trina’s back yard since she already had a nice table set up and space where they could be as loud as they wished. Too many times, they had done brunch at some café or restaurant and had to deal with judgy stares because she and Trina didn’t possess inside voices. Not that Reba cared. She was paying her money like everyone else, and if she wanted to get her loud giggle on during some overpriced meal, she was going to do it.

Trina shared the house with her siblings, who were both out for the day. Reba got along fine with Trina’s younger sister, but the eldest tended to go into parent mode a bit too much for her liking.

They had decided on simple dishes of eggs, bacon, and pancakes with some fruit on the side. Champagne was too expensive to just have for a random brunch, so their mimosas were actually made with some cheaper box wine Trina had among her liquor stashes. Worked just as well. Reba had been on her second glass when Trina had come out of nowhere with her comment.

She raised an eyebrow at Trina, who was snorting at her across the table. “Where the hell you come out with that?”

“My bad, is that not what you all are doing on these weekend meet-ups?”

“You damn well know it’s not.” She hadn’t gone into detail but had mentioned to them she was assisting Devon with baking-related activities. She couldn’t quite blame Trina for making that assumption. Reba wouldn’t mind heating up some sheets with Devon instead of just the oven.

Ayo shook her head. “Damn shame. What a waste of a weekend.”

Trina turned her phone around, the screen showing a selfie Reba had posted on her Instagram. “You looked cute as hell last night. He should be panting after you. Those fishnets alone are sexy as hell. You even brought out the Pink Lady. You know she gets you all the ass.”

“That’s not what last night was about. Besides, Devon requires a different touch. Sex isn’t on the table, but I may have a little side mission going on.” She winked at them, saying nothing else. Reba was a master at riling her friends up because why not make them work for it?

Trina leaned back in her chair. “Uh-oh. You got that look in your eyes. What you got for tall, sexy, and frowny?”

Reba’s smile widened as her friends pegged her as being up to no good. They knew her well, but she was going to have a little fun at their expense simply because she could. “I’m going to make Devon King fall in love with me.”

Ayo choked on her drink. “I’m sorry, what?”

Trina appeared less surprised. No matter what wild idea Reba came up with, Trina was ready to roll with it. “To what end?”

Reba shrugged. This was too good; they were really buying this. “He very clearly thinks I’m not the kind of woman he would go for, and I just want to prove him wrong, on principle.”

Ayo reached across the table to squeeze Reba’s arm. “Look, I know you have baggage about men, but…”

Wait, hold up? Ayo looked completely serious, her amused grin from earlier totally gone. Okay then, had Reba done too good of a job at this joke? “Baggage? Are you playing with me?” What was Ayo going on about?

“How the hell do you plan to achieve this?” Trina piped up.

“Wear him down. Men like Devon never see me coming.”

“Okay, but what if you really hurt him?” Ayo asked, coming out of left field with that question.

“What? Where are you coming from with all this?” Reba shook her head. She had to bring this back on track. “I see this is going off the rails, so I was actually joking. You really thought I was gonna do this? My real mission is to make him fall under my spell, so he’ll let me help bring a little more fun to his life. That’s it. And seriously, what was that baggage comment about?”

“Uh…” Ayo took a huge sip of her mimosa, eyes flicking over to Trina as if to ask for help.

Trina waved a finger in the air. “Nope, don’t even look at me. You on your own with that one.”

Reba looked between her friends. “Do you really think I have baggage? Like, for real?”

Ayo threw back the rest of her mimosa like she needed the added fortification. “Alright, let’s be real here. Your last serious relationship? He fucked you up because he was fine having you in his bed, and in the car, in the people dem cinema, and wherever else you two decided to go wild and sexy.”

Reba rolled her eyes. So she didn’t limit herself to an appropriate place and time when she was feeling frisky. She hadn’t gotten caught yet. “Get to the point.”

“But he didn’t want you to meet his family as you. He wanted you to tone it down. And I know you act like that shit doesn’t bother you, but we know it does, and I don’t know…we just don’t want you to go all revenge-y on some guy by getting him to fall for you then leave his ass or whatever.”

“Wow, I…” Reba took a sip of her mimosa, unsure what to say to that.

Tags: N.G. Peltier Romance
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