“Aleks Turko?” Martina calmly tried to understand the situation.
The three of them were huddled on the wood floor of the yoga studio. As an attempt to relieve
some of her stress and nervousness, Carrie had reluctantly agreed to join her two friends for a yoga class. Out of breath and sore from Amie pushing her to the limit, Carrie tried to stretch out her pain.
“Yes. Aleks Turko.”
“Hottie?” Amie spit out. “Your best friend since you were ten years old? Did I say hottie?” “I think Amie is trying to make sense of it all.” Martina was always so rational. “I think I need an explanation as well.”
They were going to make a big deal out of this. Well, it was a big deal but they were going to make it bigger.
“Okay,” Carrie began her confession, “so I’ve never told anyone this. You’re my best friends and Martina–” Carrie glanced in her direction. “–I’m going to have to ask you to break the couple code and not tell my brother.”
“You mean I can’t tell him you’re in love with Aleks.”
Amie laughed out loud at Martina’s comment just as Carrie’s jaw dropped to the floor. “Come on, Care. We’re not blind. I’ve known you were in love with Aleks from the day I tried on lingerie in your living room,” Martina explained.
“I don’t love him.” Yes, you do. “It’s a teenage crush that I haven’t been able to let go. That’s why I’ve decided that in order to get over him, I have to sleep with him.”
“Do you really think that’s going to work?” Martina looked skeptical.
It sounded good in theory. It sounded good before he completely confused her and gave her
the best orgasm of her life not twelve hours earlier.
“This is crap! When are you going to admit you’re in love with him?” Amie asked.
Carrie gave both of them an unimpressed look and let out a disgruntled huff. “If I was in love with him, and I am not saying that I am, it would never work out anyway.”
“I think you need to tell him how you feel. I think you’d be surprised at his reaction.” Amie was being cryptic. Like she’d spoken with Aleks and knew that this was something he’d thought about too.
“No way. I couldn’t. I clammed up when he walked in on me the other day, and then after what happened in the basement–”
“He walked in on you?” Amie interrupted.
“What happened in the basement?” Martina asked.
Her friends were frothing at the mouth for details.
“Earlier this week he barged into my room and saw me wearing a corset and garter for the show tomorrow.” Both women looked at her, barely able to contain their excitement. “He was a little shocked at first, but then he turned back into his cocky self.” Carrie made the attempt to mimic him. “What’s the point in covering up now, Care Bear? I’ve already seen everything.”
“Everything?” Martina questioned.
“Not everything, but I wasn’t wearing any underwear.”
“So he saw your hoo-ha?” Amie asked.
“Must it be such a big deal?”
“Yes, it’s a big deal!” Amie’s excitement level was too over the top.
“Is that what happened in the basement?” Martina was just as bad.
“No. That was last night. Short version, we were alone watching a movie and yada, yada,
yada, Rob walked in and interrupted.”
“This is not an episode of Seinfeld. You’re going to have to explain the ‘yada, yada, yada.’”