“Hmm.” I put my arm around her again.
“He raised more arousal in me in that five minutes on the dancefloor than I have ever felt in my life.”
“He is gorgeous,” I whisper, defeated.
“And now he doesn’t want me and I have to be here and under his protection and I can’t even fucking get away from him.”
“Oh Didge, I’m sorry.” We clink the tops of our heads together. “Why don’t we get you an apartment on your own and your own guard so you can distance yourself a bit from all of this?”
“Really?” she asks. “Would Joshua be ok with that?”
I smile. If only she knew that Joshua wants them all out. “Yeah, maybe you just need some privacy.”
“I can’t live alone with Abbie, Tash,” she sighs.
I giggle. “What’s wrong with Abbs?” I tease.
She looks at me deadpan. “Could you live with Abbie?”
“Definitely not.” I smirk.
She laughs. “Abbs is the best friend anyone could ask for… but she would be the world’s worst roomy.”
“Oh god, I know, right,” I reply. I wince.
The door opens and Abbie walks out into the pool area with two cups of coffee.
“What’s so funny, bitches?” she asks.
“We were just saying what a terrible roomy you would be.” I smile.
She nods. “This is true.”
“I am going to get you two your own apartments next to each other,” I reply.
She sits down and hands Bridget the fresh coffee.
“Where’s mine?” I ask.
“You have one,” she replies.
“This is Bridget’s cold coffee,” I scoff.
“So why are you drinking it?” she asks.
“Actually, yes, why are you drinking my cold coffee?” Bridget frowns.
I look down at it and smile and shrug. Actually… I have no frigging idea.
Adrian
“What are you looking for?” Joshua asks me as I search the pantry.
“Oregano,” I reply as I move things around on the shelf as I search.
“What’s that for?” he replies as he helps me look.
“To degrease the engine of my car, what do you think?” I reply as I continue searching.