Thank God for the champagne that had magically materialized in her glass. “Yes.”
Ashley bit into a mushroom with a groan of pleasure. “On a scale of one to ten, rate him. Would you do him again?”
Wait. Why was that even a question?
“The blush says it all,” Ashley observed, then stared down at her empty plate. “I would kill for a drive-through burger and fries.”
“Fast food is terrible for your arteries.”
“But it tastes good, Doctor Sexy, and it fills me up.”
Laney shrugged. “Still going to kill you.”
“Point taken. Was it kinky?”
Maddie elbowed Ashley. “Do you have sweet fantasies?”
Ashley grinned. “No comment. I bet she let him tie her up.”
Maddie looked thoughtful. “Or she tied him up.”
Oh. My. God. Why had she thought she wanted girlfriends? And why did they always have to discuss her sex life over food? The calorie guilt was bad enough. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no rope was involved.”
“Bummer. Gray seems like a take-charge kind of guy.” Ashley flagged the waiter down and proceeded to order what sounded like half a cow and ketchup.
Madeline waved her champagne flute at her friend. “How would you know, hotshot? I haven’t seen you hanging around the massage cabanas. You’re judging the man by his appearance.”
Which was admittedly gorgeous. Laney could almost have been satisfied just looking at Gray. He was big, he was ripped and he had no problem with being naked. Lucky her, she got to look and touch.
Ashley wasn’t conceding. “Are you telling me looks are deceiving?”
“She has a point,” Laney told Maddie. Gray’s performance in bed definitely lived up to the promise of his big, sexy body.
“So he’s bossy in the bedroom and you enjoy that.”
Silence was definitely her better choice. Condemning, but wiser.
“When do you see him again?” Maddie asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. We didn’t talk about that. It was kind of a one-time hookup thing.”
“Do him again,” Ashley urged.
Maddie squeaked in embarrassment, fake-fanning her face with her napkin. “Give her some time to make up her own mind.”
“What?” Ashley grinned. “It’s like having seconds on dessert. It’s vacation, so it’s definitely allowed. Plus, if she waits too long, someone else may cut her in line and take all the good chocolate on the dessert buffet.”
“Do you know what she’s talking about?” Maddie demanded. “Because I know she’s talking about sex, but I’ve lost track of the details.”
“Sex. Chocolate. Take your pick.”
“I’m not picking anything,” Maddie grumbled. “That’s my problem right there. I just blog about it secondhand for others to read about.”
Ashley, however, clearly had no intention of stopping. And note to self: make sure secret vacation sexcapades don’t end up on a blog somewhere. “Is he into bondage? Does he do the kinky stuff?”
“TMI.” Maddie closed her eyes briefly. “This is the kind of conversation that gets recorded and played back on daytime television. Just saying.”
“We’re not playing bondage games,” Laney said firmly. Yet. Hands didn’t count. They needed ropes to qualify as seriously kinky.
“Just wait until your second date,” Ashley said, smiling broadly.
Laney didn’t need Gray to take charge outside the bedroom, and she wasn’t in the market for happily-ever-after—been there, done that, got the credit card bill. But this was supposed to be her fantasy, after all. She’d always been the person in control and in the driver’s seat of her heart, body and sexual desires, so indulging in some naughty role play was strangely seductive. She didn’t have to worry about whether or not he was happy and enjoying himself—all she had to worry about was herself.
She also had positively no self-control around the man. He showed up, gave a few macho commands and she happily dropped her panties. On the other hand, having the hottest, dirtiest sex of her admittedly vanilla life hadn’t made him open up or cuddle her close, or do any of the other relationship things she was used to.
Yep. That definitely worked for her.
Maddie tapped her fingers against the tablecloth, trying to get her attention. “Do you have plans to see him again?”
“Not yet.”
The waiter returned with a load of steak, fries, ice cream and what had to be half a chocolate cake. Ashley might have the manners of a trucker, but she sure knew how to order. She was also bossy as hell, because she banged a spoon against her water glass to get their attention.