“He took me on a jet-ski out to a private island,” she told them. “We made out.”
“You did more than that, happy-face girl,” Janessa informed her. She finished off her drink.
“He might have felt me up a little,” Cassie said, feeling her face start to heat. “We would have done more, but someone interrupted us.” She gave a pointed look to Janessa.
“Me?” Janessa's eyes went wide, and her mouth opened. “You were going to get some?”
Cassie nodded solemnly.
“Well, damn it. I didn't know that. I would never have interrupted if I had known.” Janessa frowned and her crown tilted forward. “You were late. You're never late. I was fairly sure sharks had eaten you or you'd drowned. If I'd known you were getting some, I'd have paid the jet-ski guy off myself.”
Cassie sipped on her water, grateful for the dim lighting of the bar. She was blushing. She wasn't big on kissing and telling. Corporate Rule 4: Keep guests lives as confidential as your own. And there was Corporate Rule 9: Be personable but not personal.
“It was pretty hot,” Cassie admitted. “I haven't felt like this in years.
Screw the rules, she thought to herself with a smile.
“I think I like this new Cassie,” Brianna said.
“Me too,” Janessa agreed with a nod that nearly knocked her penis crown off her head. She pushed it back up and then looked at her empty glass. “I need another drink.”
“You're going to have some water,” Cassie told her. “Then you can have another drink. It's a marathon, not a sprint.”
Janessa narrowed her eyes. “I want fun, Cassie. Not rule Cassie. More drinks!”
“She's right,” Brianna told her, taking the empty glass. “We have all night. You need to pace yourself. I don't want you passed out in an hour.”
Janessa sighed. “Fine. But I am getting drunk tonight. It's a rite of passage.”
“Yes, you are.” Cassie reached over and straightened out the penises on Janessa's head. “And we're going to have a blast.”
“Good.” Janessa's smile faltered. “Guys, don't let me do anything stupid. I love my Kyle. I just want to have a crazy fun night. Don't let me flirt too much or do anything I'll regret later.”
“You got it,” Cassie assured her. “A little bit of flirting, but nothing that you can't tell Kyle about in the morning.”
“We'll just have to live vicariously through Cassie,” Brianna teased. “She's already gotten more action than either of us on this trip.”
Cassie rolled her eyes, but it was true. Janessa and Kyle were staying apart until their wedding night, and Brianna was recovering from leaving her last relationship. She was still in the “men are scum” phase.
“You need a drink,” Janessa told Cassie. “I want more details about this guy, and you'll be all prim and proper until you have a drink. Something about Corporate rule-thirty seven.”
“Thirty-seven has to do with laundry,” Cassie informed her. Janessa rolled her eyes.
“I'll get her one,” Brianna said. She glanced around. “Aren't we supposed to have a private bartender for this party?”
Janessa nodded, sucking on her empty drink straw like she might manage to get more alcohol to magically appear.
And that's when Wyatt walked through the door.
Cassie heated instantly at seeing him, and her girl-parts remembered just how he'd felt touching her. An echo of her orgasm shivered through her just being near him.
“Oh, hell yes,” Janessa whispered, glancing from Wyatt back to Cassie. “Not only do I get a hot bartender, but he's totally going to bang a bridesmaid later. That's a thing, right? Like in a movie?”
“You need more water,” Cassie said, taking the empty drink away from Janessa.
Janessa grinned at her. “Go get a drink, Cassie.”
“Grab me one too,” Brianna chimed in sweetly.