Just One Night (Sex, Love & Stiletto 3) - Page 50
His eyes turned stormy, and he took a step toward her before catching himself. Sam gave a curt nod. “Right. Well … good luck with your other options.”
“You too!” she said brightly. “Blue balls don’t become you.”
He glared at her before stomping toward the hotel room door. His hand paused on the doorknob, and he gave her one last look over his shoulder. “It was good though, wasn’t it? While it lasted.”
The lump in her throat doubled in size. “Yeah,” she whispered.
His eyes searched hers and for a heart-stopping second, she thought he was going to come back to her. To finish what he’d started.
Instead he turned away.
And then he was gone.
Chapter Ten
“Wait, so he just left? And you were naked?”
Riley snatched the wine bottle out of Emma’s hand and topped off her glass, even as she tried to ignore the pang at hearing the words out loud. “Not entirely naked,” she muttered. “I was still wearing my panties
.”
“So you were basically naked,” Grace said, holding out her own wineglass.
“Were they ugly underwear? Maybe that was the problem,” Julie said, bringing over a salad bowl and sitting cross-legged on the floor on the other side of Grace’s coffee table.
“Yes, I’m sure granny panties were the problem,” Emma drawled. “It had nothing to do with the fact that she was about to hump one of her oldest friends, and that his mom almost had a heart attack.”
“Whoa whoa whoa. Let’s get a few things straight,” Riley said, setting her glass on the table. “First of all, these were not granny panties. We’re talking itsy-bitsy black lace. Second, his mom is fine. Liam talked to him this morning, and she’s out of the hospital and back to normal, which as far as I can figure is still mean as sin. And third, I’m not really sure that friendship is what Sam and I have had going on all these years. It’s more like …”
“Sexual combustion?” Julie supplied.
“Yes, that,” Riley said, jabbing her finger at Julie. “And last … when I called an emergency girls’ night, whose idea was it to serve salad? How am I supposed to derive any comfort out of snow peas?”
“Calm down, Gigino’s delivery is on the way. The salad was meant to tide you over, because everyone knows how you get when you’re hungry,” Emma said, fishing a carrot out of the bowl and holding it expectantly in front of Riley’s face.
Dutifully Riley leaned forward and nipped the carrot out of her friend’s fingers. “Did you get the bolognese?”
“No, we wanted to watch you sulk all night,” Grace said, helping herself to a huge bowl of the salad. “Of course we got your calorie-bomb meaty pasta.”
Riley reclaimed her glass off the table and settled back into the couch. It wasn’t that she didn’t like vegetables. She just liked other stuff better. Like carbs. And fat. And stuff that didn’t taste like, well … healthy.
And a period of her life where her heart was halfway to broken was not the time to go all kale and quinoa.
“So talk us through what happened,” Julie said.
“I thought I did that on the phone.”
“No,” Julie said patiently. “What you said on the phone was, ‘Sam saw me naked and then I ate three servings of room service mac and cheese.’ ”
“And then you called me and told me you got cock-blocked by his mom, which I think we all agree is a phrase that should be banned,” Grace added.
Emma shook her head. “No, I win. She called me and asked how Alex Cassidy felt about Brazilian waxes, because she had recently gotten one and didn’t want all the pain to go to waste and thought he might be a viable candidate.”
Riley held up a finger. “Okay, on that last one, I didn’t mean it. I may have been more than halfway through a mediocre bottle of merlot by then. Even I know that the exes are off-limits.”
“So what did you tell her?” Julie asked, looking at Emma.
Emma looked a little discomfited to have the attention turned her way. “I told her to put either the phone or the bottle away before she made a drunk dial she’d come to regret.”
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