“Bartender? Valet?”
“No.”
“Caddy boy?” She gasps with a laugh. “Did he get you to wash his balls?”
I cut her a glare, holding back my retort as a group of people walks past on the way to the pool.
“Tell me you at least got his name.”
“Oh, I got more than that.”
Maggie’s grin turns into a comically sympathetic smile, batting eyelashes and all. “Sooo, your big dilemma is that you started to get all hot and heavy with a sexy man but didn’t get your rocks off?” She pats my head like I’m the silliest thing she’s ever seen. “You may have heard of a thing called texting. Just pull out that phone of yours and tell Hottie McHotterson that your kitty’s in desperate need of a nice,bigscratching post. I guarantee you’ll have this man running like an Olympian up the front porch here in fifteen minutes.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Please tell me you haven’t used that line on anyone before.”
She winks. “Why do you think Gabe McCuller practically tackled our door when I texted him last month?”
“That may very well be the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard.”
Maggie just shrugs. “What can I say? It’s the universal rule. Hot girls don’t need to have ‘game.’ I could hit any of the guys here over the head with one of these lawn chairs, and at least ninety percent of them would still take me upstairs to bury the proverbial bone. But that’s beside the point. Don’t let some unintentional cockblocking get in the way of treating yourself to some good D. God knows you need it.”
“Except I don’t. At least, not from him.”
“I don’t follow.”
We both plop down into a set of old foldout chairs on the other side of the deck, out of ear’s reach.
“The party was about as miserable as expected, so I went outside to get some fresh air. This guy and I started talking—”
“Was he hot?”
“Beside the point.”
She rolls her eyes. “Like hell it is.”
“Okay,fine,” I growl. “He was.”
“On a scale of one to ten?”
“Eleven,” I admit, albeit begrudgingly.
“And you’re angry about meeting this smoldering sex god, because…?”
I cringe at the mere recollection of events. “We used to go to school together.”
“So, where’s the five-alarm fire?” She studies me suspiciously before gasping. “Wait a sec! You didn’t give this guy your V-card back in the day, did you?”
I snort. “Try the exact opposite.”
“Hegaveyou your V-card?” Maggie all-out cackles. “I know I didn’t really pay attention during Sex Ed, but I’m pretty sure that’snothow things work.”
I chuck an empty Solo cup at her face, but I must be tipsier than I initially thought, because I miss her by at least a foot. “Could you try to be serious?”
This only makes her laugh harder.
It takes a few minutes and a handful of glares from me before she can rein in her humor. “So, what’s your history with this guy that he’s got your panties all in a bunch?”
“He made high school a living hell for me.”
