“Bitty!”
I heave an audible sigh and lean against the tiled wall of the shower while my two best friends pound incessantly on the door. “You can’t hide in there forever. Get your skanky ass out here and dish the dirt!” Hannah bellows from the other side of the door.
“I’ll be out in five minutes. Can I please just shower in peace!” I shout back at them laughing while I pick up the shampoo bottle and lather up my hair.
Venice and Hannah have both been hounding me since the moment I walked into the house, eager to find out what happened between Logan and me.
When I step out of the shower I stand in front of the steamed mirror and wipe my hand across it so I can see my reflection. It’s odd, I don’t look any different, but I definitely feel… different. My muscles ache with each movement, even more so after the shower, and my vagina feels awfully tender—which is expected after hours and hours of sex.
My eyes lower to the love bites along my neck. I brush my fingers over it and close my eyes reliving the moments Logan gave me each one. My stomach tightens and I feel giddy all over again.
After I finish my shower, I find both Hannah and Venice in my bedroom sprawled on top of my bed waiting for me. Hannah grins when I walk in and sits up animatedly. “Jeez, you were in that shower for a while. What were you trying to do in there, purify your sins, saint Savi?” Venice jokes.
I smile, flipping them both off and walk over to my closet to pick out my outfit for the event I’m overlooking this evening. “Well, I’m sorry to leave you both stewing but washing out sand took much longer than I anticipated.”
“Sand?” they both repeat at the same time. “Okay, you’re going to have start from the beginning, Bitty.” Venice demands. “We want to hear every sordid detail.”
I sigh and bite my lip, “After we left the bar we got into his Ferrari and Logan took me to his beach front condo in Solana.”
“Beachfront condo? Well, I’ll be damned, not only is he absurdly hot, he’s also wealthy.” Hannah states shifting to lay on her front. “Nice catch, Bitty. You’ve caught yourself a hot sugar daddy. Now get to the sexy stuff. What’s he like in bed? Does he have the goods?”
I pick out a simple black mini dress and turn to face the girls. “Girls, I’m not fazed by his wealth, he seems like a decent man. And he certainly has the goods all right, and he takes no prisoners when it comes to using it.” I explain with a lustful sigh and sink to the bed. “You girls know I’ve never been able to climax through oral, but God his mouth and the things he could do with that tongue should be illegal. The sex I’ve been having before Logan was nothing like what I experienced last night with him.” I turn and face the girls, “Every spot his mouth touched on my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t get enough of him and the filthy, degrading things he kept saying to me. He had me screaming for hours and by morning I woke up to my voice like this.”
Hannah and Venice listen intently while I go into detail about the things Logan, and I did to one another. “Good Lord, did it just get like outrageously hot in here?” Hannah murmurs fanning herself.
“What did I tell you, older men are so much better in the sack. Was I right or was I right?” Venice points out, hugging the stuffed animal Trent gave me when we first started dating.
I laugh and nod, “Yes, you were absolutely right as per, Vee.”
“You will be seeing him again, right?” Hannah questions giving me a pointed look and I shrug.
“I mean he did say he wants to see me again… as soon as possible, but we didn’t exchange numbers or anything, so I’m not going to hold my breath.” I sigh, standing and taking off the towel to put my underwear on. The girls and I have seen one another naked on many occasions so it’s become second nature stripping off in front of one another.
While I got myself ready for work, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’ll ever see him again.
* * *
The event wentas I had predicted. Celeste Pierre is notoriously known as the bitch that can’t be pleased. She voiced a couple of complaints but overall, she and her guests were pleased. By eleven o’clock my feet are throbbing, and I am ready to call it a night and go home.
“Savannah, the kitchen area is all clear. The catering company is asking if they’re good to leave?” Kelsey, one of the waiting staff hired for the event questions.
I wince rubbing the balls of my sore feet. “Yes, you girls can go too if everything is done. I’ve got to wait for my uber anyway, so I’ll finish off here.” I tell her and she nods in understanding. “Thank the girls for everything, they did a great job as always. Get home safe.”
“You too,” she gives me a wave untying her apron and she turns to walk back toward the kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later the venue is cleared, save for a couple of their own workers waiting on me to wrap up and leave so they can lock up. I send photos of the night and a quick debrief to Susan before I head out.
“Thank you, Craig.” I call out to the handsome owner of the venue who is stacking bottles of wine behind the bar. He smiles charmingly back at me and gives me a wink.
“Later Sav. Drop by for that drink anytime.”
I nod and yawn tiredly, “I’ll drop by with the girls one weekend, I promise. Keep that bottle of Chablis chilled for me.”
He throws the empty box over the bar and grins. “You got it, sweet cheeks. I’ll be holding you to that promise.”
The company I’m interning at hires Craig’s venue Blue Lagoon out frequently to hold private lavish dinners and exclusive mixers, so I’ve become well acquainted with Craig and his staff.
I open the door and walk out, my head down scowling at my phone trying to order an uber on the stupid app that refuses to function whenever I need it. It’s been unsuccessfully searching for a driver for the past twenty minutes. “Shit,” I fume and almost hurl my phone across the street.