"You could’ve given me a side-eye, some kind of signal, a warning. Anything. I was dying in there."
Her lips pucker and her body trembles from her restrained laughter. "Nope. I wanted you to experience it the same way I did."
I shake my head and face forward. The corners of my mouth curl in a small smile. I'm so torn on how to feel.
"You know I'm down for just about anything under normal circumstances, but I never expected to fuck my new boss…and actually like it."
Natalie’s eyes widen and her jaw falls slack. "She fingered me and I went down on her…" Among other things that cause my skin to flush at the memory of how our bodies were joined. "I never ever thought I would go that far with a chick, but holy shit it was fucking hot and I was so turned on."
"Then I still say you came out on top," she jokes.
"And I still think you're an asshole."
"I love you too, Valentina."
I laugh over the name. Valentina sounds like I should wear something seductive and lacey, maybe the color red. I muse over the idea for a moment. Maybe it could be my signature thing.
"Oh! Check your pocket."
Frowning, I pat my coat pockets and feel something on my right side. I slip my hand inside and pull out a black envelope. My brows draw together as I open the flap and withdraw crisp hundred dollar bills. Seven of them.
"How the hell did she do that?" I ask, perplexed.
Natalie leans into my side. "Oh, she gave you a tip. She must really like you."
I roll my eyes toward her. "You know, we’ve seen each other at our worst, naked and shit, hungover, crying over boys who ghosted us, but now you’ve got me hooking and banging my female boss," I say like I'm exasperated but she knows I'm not. "This means you're stuck with me for life. That shit makes us stronger than blood sisters."
She chuckles. "We're wet sisters."
I fake gag. "Don't ever say that again. It sounds like incest."
Sixteen
"Ready for your Brazilian?"
"Do I have a choice?" I ask as I look around the posh salon. All the white and pastel pink is relaxing and gives off a glamorous appeal. I glance at Natalie. "I've never had one before."
She gives me an impish smile that makes my stomach flip. She’d made me take Tylenol an hour before, which made me nervous. And even though it's chilly outside, she insisted I wear a sundress under my jacket. I have a sinking suspicion I'm going to hate this.
"You're going to love it."
The lady at the counter shows us to a back room where I have to undress.
Lying on the table, I place the sheet over my body. "Man, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you love seeing me naked."
Natalie rolls her eyes. "Nothing I haven't seen before," she says. "After this we'll do your facial and then a mani-pedi. I usually come about once a month."
I grimace. "I have to do this once a month?"
She nods, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Trust me, you'll want to."
There's a knock on the door and in walks a woman who looks to be in her mid-thirties.
"Natalie, a pleasure as always." They exchange amicable smiles and then she turns to me. "Hi, Aubrey, I'll be your waxing technician today. I see it's your first full-body waxing, so I’ll try to make this as painless as I can."
She explains the process, which only makes me more nervous.
"For the next forty minutes, your vagina and body belong to me. Let's get started, baby girl."