Now I laughed more freely, long and loud. “Oh yeah.”
Bella grunted as she sank into a chair, or maybe fell back onto her bed. I knew it had to be one or the other.
“Tell me about it then,” she squawked. “I’ve had a shit week.”
I went into as much detail as I could about the house in the desert. I started by listing all the activities we’d enjoyed and ended with a full-blown description of sex in the hot tub, which I’d been having pretty much on the regular. I also told her about our side-trip to Hollywood, leaving out the work I’d put in for Mason and embellishing the little shopping trip I’d dragged the guys on, which had resulted in me buying a very sexy outfit for our last night here.
Then I started telling her about the sex…
Nothing could hold a candle to how it really felt, getting pinned hotly between my three gorgeous lovers. Still, I built up my ‘mystery boyfriend’ as much as I could. I gave him Brody’s lush blond hair and impossibly-broad chest, Corey’s big arms and sexy stubble, and Mason’s gorgeous, movie-star face. He became an amalgam of all three boyfriends. A Frankenstein’s monster of epic hotness, with a smooth, velvety voice and panty-dropping charm.
By the time I’d finished describing half the things we’d done, Bella was a puddle of envy. Toward the end, I was sorely tempted to blow her mind. To just come clean, and utterly demolish her with tales of what really happened.
But hey, she’d already had a bad week.
“Goddammit Lauren,” she said at last. “You fucking rock, you know that?”
“Yeah, probably,” I laughed.
“I mean, who else could turn a botched vacation into a two-week sex-soaked Vegas getaway?”
“Complete with side-trip to Los Angeles and Hollywood?” I teased. “Not many people.”
“Shit, I’m shocked you didn’t end up at a movie premiere. Or with a movie star.”
I bit my tongue.
“Does this guy have friends?” Bella demanded.
“Oh yeah,” I laughed inwardly.
“So which one are you setting me up with?”
None of them, the little voice in my head jumped in immediately. They’re mine, all three of them. You go find your own.
I stalled some more, and answered a few more questions. The longer I stayed on the phone though, the better the chances I’d trip myself up.
“Shit, if you had another week I might meet you down there again,” said Bella. “My boss is already apologetic for having dragged me back. Said he’d give me double the vacation I missed, whenever I wanted it.”
“Another week?” I chuckled.
“Yeah. Why?”
Because if you stayed another week you’d be barely walking, the voice laughed at me.
“Well I already have an ass-chewing coming my way,” I said. “My boss isn’t at all like your boss. And if I don’t fly out of here tomorrow…”
Tomorrow. The word haunted me. Normally vacations really weren’t my thing. Normally, I was always looking forward to going home.
Not now, though. Not after this.
“Bella, I gotta run,” I told her. “We’ll talk when I get back.”
“You’re fucking-A right we will,” she said firmly.
“I know, I know…”
“I’m serious,” Bella replied. “The others want to take you to lunch, as a way of saying sorry for ditching out. But what they really want is the inside scoop on your vacation. On what — or more accurately, who — made you stay a whole extra week.”