Page 18 of Mister Daddy
But she shakes her head firmly again.
“It’s not kissing and telling because we’re your best buds, girlfriend. We’re also your co-workers, so if you don’t tell us now, you will in the future, rest assured. But why wait? Just tell us what happened and we’ll leave you alone. Or would you rather we share our speculations with you?” she asks coyly.
“Now I’m curious,” is my droll reply.
Caitlyn smirks. “Well, our first thought was that you were murdered and thrown overboard by the attractive cruise ship owner. That would have made for a great story when we got home.”
“I’m glad my death would have been a great story,” I say dryly.
“I would have made millions writing it, I swear,” she jokes. “Since you obviously didn’t meet an untimely demise last night, you must have gotten laid. Jessica here thinks that Carter is totally vanilla. Probably turned the lights off, made you blow him, and then humped you for a few minutes until he came. Then you both fell asleep – you because he bored you and him because that much exertion was exhausting. Close?”
A heat forms between my legs from just thinking about Carter and me together last night. “Not even close,” I tell them both. “You couldn’t be more wrong, actually.”
Her face lights up. “Excellent because my theory was that Carter took you to his room, which is actually his torture den. Whips, chains, and all that good stuff. Definitely feathers. What was your safe word?”
I laugh at that one.
“Okay, maybe youcouldbe more wrong. It wasn’t like that, either.”
She looks disappointed. “Then whatwasit like, Abby?”
I sigh and sit down on Jessica’s bed. “It was amazing. He didn’t make me go down on him at all last night, even though I was prepared to. He… well, let me just say, the man’s mouth is good for more than just talking. And he was very loving. Gentle. Tender. He was incredible, as well as insanely hot and manly.”
“Why did you specifically say he didn’t make you go down on him last night?”
My blush deepens. “Well, because I went down on him this morning?”
Both girls gasp and dissolve into a fit of giggles. “Oh my GOD –you had a morning quickie, didn’t you?” Jessica practically screams. I hope our neighbors are gone already.
“Would you keep it down?” I hiss, struggling to keep my composure. “It was just as good this morning as it was last night, even though it was a lot faster. He still went down on me, and I did him, and then there was a sixty nine, and then … well, you get the idea.”
Their laughter gets even louder. “You’re my hero,” Jessica snorts, bowing down in front of me. “Only you could get the cruise line OWNER in bed after a night out and then get him again in the morning.”
I’m not sure if she means that as a compliment, but I choose to believe it is. “I wouldn’t have done it without you guys. Thanks for pushing me.”
“That’s what we’re here for,” Caitlyn says. She squeezes my shoulder and returns to the mirror to finish her make-up. Now that my story is over, I’m dismissed. “So, what are our plans for the island today? Drinks, tanning, and dipping our feet in the clear blue waters?”
“I heard there’s a volleyball tournament going on later. We should totally join. Remember when we played at the company picnic last near? We killed!”
“Ooh,” Caitlyn says. “I love that idea. Work on our tans AND our calves. Excellent plan. You in, Abby?”
I bite my lip. “Actually, Carter kind of asked me to spend the day with him on the island.”
The room goes completely silent. Caitlyn stares at me, her make-up brush poised close to her skin but not quite touching. Jessica holds a shirt halfway out of the closet, her eyes wide.
“You’re not being serious right now,” Caitlyn finally says after an eternal silence. “You’re playing a prank on us, right? Because there’s no way you’re spending the day with Carter.”
Her certainty hurts. Why wouldn’t I be spending a day with Carter? “I’m not joking. He’s playing in some poker tournament and asked if I wanted to come watch.”
“Let me get this straight,” Jessica says, giving me her full attention, her clothing choices long forgotten in the closet behind her. “You’re going to spend the day inside watching some rich guys play poker instead of joining us on the island you’ve been talking about nonstop since we booked this trip?”
Well, when she puts it that way…
No. I won’t let my friends make me feel bad about this. I’m a big girl. I get to make my own decisions, even if they don’t like them.
“The tournament isn’t going to last all day, and Carter said he’d show me around the island afterward. I’m sure he’d be happy to give you guys a tour, too.”
Jessica scoffs. “Wow, how generous of him.”