Amie was furious. It was as if Carrie stole something from her. In a way, she did. She stole the truth. “There was touching, crazy sexual tension, and a really good orgasm.” Both girls lit up with excitement. “But it was just weird. There was a bit of awkwardness between us afterward.”
“I think I know why.” Amie sat back, resting her upper body on her forearms. “Reiki.” Both Martina and Carrie gave her a curious look.
“Aleks told me himself he was feeling different. Reiki align
s your chakras and puts you in touch with your true self.”
“So, it’s like he felt this all along but just never acknowledged it?” Martina inquired.
“He was just horny,” Carrie spit out. “Frankly, so was I. That’s all I need him to be. I can put
my plan into action and move on. End of story.” That’s right. She needed to fuck him and move on. “Are you sure this is what you want, Carrie?” Martina asked.
“Yes, I’m sure. I can’t spend the rest of my life wondering ‘what if.’”
“When are you going to make your move?” Amie asked.
Carrie gave them a devilish stare. “Soon. Very, very soon.”
“Good because it would be nice to have confirmation about his rumored skills in bed since Martina here doesn’t share...” Amie clapped her hand over her mouth just as Martina pinched her thigh. This time it wasn’t in jest. They both looked horrified.
“What do you mean Martina doesn’t share?”
“Nothing.” Amie tried to take back her words.
“I slept with Aleks,” Martina blurted, just barely above a whisper. The confession was like a
kick to the stomach. “I should have told you a long time ago, but I knew how you felt and it didn’t mean anything so I figured...”
“What I don’t know won’t hurt me.” Carrie was stunned. Shocked. Flabbergasted. Her two best friends kept some major information from her. For as much as she would regret asking, she needed details. “When? Why? Does my brother know?”
“Last year when we first met. Your brother knows. He was there.”
“I think I’m going to puke.” Carrie rolled over onto her side and lifted herself off the floor. “Remember when I told you I wanted to fulfill my fantasies, and one of them was to be with two men?”
Carrie thought back to the night Martina tried on her very first design. She did say that. “Your brother set it up. He wanted to fulfill all my fantasies. It was just sex. Nothing like being with your brother. In fact, Rob hated it.”
“I’m sure Aleks enjoyed himself.” Of course he did. Beautiful woman. Kinky situation. That was his M.O. Carrie was too goody-two-shoes for his liking. Maybe that’s why he had backed off. Screw him. She could be kinky. She could be daring.
“Carrie? Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” She was going to be just fine. She knew what she had to do. Carrie would make him beg. Show him what he’d been missing. Once she had him, it would be the end. She would never think about him and he would never enter one of her lustful thoughts again. Carrie had revenge to motivate her now.
Chapter 6
Carrie ran from one end of the booth to the other, handing out business cards, answering questions and skimming through her design book. Martina had agreed to help out for the rest of the weekend, but for today she was on her own. Although, after the revelation yesterday morning, Carrie wasn’t sure it was the best idea for them to be confined in a small space together. Despite the possible tension, Martina wasn’t the type to let her down.
Carrie had done a walk-around of the show that morning and noticed she was the only booth doing custom lingerie designs. That had to work to her advantage, but so far she was just getting traffic. Brides would take her card then leave.
Truth be told, Carrie knew lingerie wasn’t the most crucial item on a wedding to-do list but that wasn’t going to stop her from preaching. She knew the importance of lingerie. The role it played in a woman’s confidence and sexuality. Despite what many brides might think, spending money on lingerie was one of the most important investments they should be making for their big day. Even if she didn’t make one sale, the exposure alone was worth the opportunity.
Carrie was showing a blond, blue-eyed bride a couple of samples when a husky, strong male voice bellowed from the side.
“The one on the right.”
Both Carrie and the bride looked over to find Aleks standing at the table in front of her booth. His dress shirt was open at the collar. The light purple color reminded her of Easter. His suit jacket stretched across his broad shoulders, and although she preferred him in jeans, his dress pants didn’t disappoint.
“Make sure to wear the stockings.” Aleks tilted his head as if rethinking his words. “At least that’s my opinion.”