Page 58 of The Plus One Professional
When I walked back into the room, I found Bailey sitting on the bed looking at the room-service menu. She’d put a T-shirt on, which I planned on taking off again.
“Hungry?” I asked.
“I forgot to eat today. Do you want anything?” she asked as she picked up the phone beside the bed.
“You.”
The corners of her lips curled. “Anything from room service?”
I hadn’t been joking; I did want her again. But she was right; we had the whole weekend. Food first. Then more hanky-panky.
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BAILEY
I staredat the woman in the mirror and wasn’t quite sure I recognized who I saw. Did I look different, or was it just my imagination? I expected there to be dark circles under my eyes since I hadn’t slept a wink, but instead, I looked fresh as a daisy. I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as Grandma Betty used to say. My eyes were twinkling under the bathroom lighting. My skin was dewy and clear.
Did good sex actually make you glow? Was there any scientific proof of that phenomenon? If there was, would everyone know that I’d had sex?
No. I was being ridiculous. Which tracked, considering my circumstances. I was about to go spend the day at the spa with my ex’s bride-to-be. I’d even been the one to make appointments for the massages, facials, manicures, and pedicures. And I’d slept with the man I’d thought I was paying to attend Simon’s wedding with me.
Three-months-ago me, never would have seen this coming.
Three-months-ago you, weren’tcomingat all, Trevor’s voice sounded in my head.
He had a point. Out of all of the emotions I was feeling this morning, guilt over my actions last night was not one of them. I’d always enjoyed sex, but the level of enjoyment was very dependent on the partner I was with.
If my sex life was rated on a scale from one to ten, with ten being the best, most amazing sex humanly possible; all my encounters before last night would have fallen into the four to seven range. Which wasn’t bad.
Simon was always above average. He made me feel good. There’d been some fives, but they were mostly all sevens. The six other guys I’d slept with, not including Cole, were all fours with a few fives.
But last night, last night had been tens—all three times. After we ate room service, we’d had sex again. Then we’d laid in bed talking for about an hour before round three. I’d had five orgasms total. Five. In the span of six hours. Each one was somehow better than the last.
Was that why my skin looked like I was a spokesperson for Neutrogena?
My phone vibrated on the counter. I jumped at the sound and quickly picked it up, forgetting to check the caller ID before hitting the green icon and pressing it to my ear.
“Shit,” I cursed beneath my breath before whispering, “Hey.”
“Why are you whispering?” Olivia asked.
“I’m in the bathroom.”
“Is Birdie still asleep?” Olivia must have automatically ruled out Billie since my eldest sister woke every morning before the crack of dawn. She’d been like that since we were kids.
“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I didn’t stay with them.”
“Oh. Where did you stay?”
“With Cole.”
“Good.”
“Good?” I repeated.
“Yes, good. Did you sleep with him?”
Olivia did not do small talk or beat around the bush. If she wanted to know something, she asked. I’d always admired that quality in her. I could talk in circles for days and never come out and say what I actually wanted to say.
