“How do you know I was offered the position?”
“Well, you’re the most organized person I know and they’d be stupid not to offer you a job.” She paused. “Did they?”
Bobbi sighed and nodded. “Yes, but I’m not sure what to do. The pay sucks because the position is entry level. And then there’s the drive which in the summer months won’t be bad, but in the winter...”
“Huh,” Billie said slowly. “So…”
Her voice trailed off as a glint of mischief lit her eyes. Here we go. Bobbi was surprised her sister had waited this long to ask the question that had probably burned a hole inside her head since Friday night.
“What?” Bobbi asked carefully, considering how much she was going to share.
“So, you and Shane.”
“Yep.”
“You and Shane, Friday night.”
“Me and Shane, Friday night,” she repeated, her cheeks flushing as she squirmed in her seat, adjusting her skirt.
Billie’s eyes widened. “So it’s true.”
“What’s true?”
“You and Shane had sex.”
“Sheesh,” Bobbi’s eyebrows shot up. “Let’s just cut to the chase already.”
“Well?” Billie was grinning and practically bouncing up and down on the sofa. “Did you or did you not have lots of hot, sweaty, hot…really hot sex with Shane Gallagher?”
A throat was cleared and the two girls turned to the doorway where Charlie Cho, owner of King’s Chinese stood with their takeout bag.
“Hello girls,” the old man said jovially. “Here’s your food. I’ll just take my money and you can carry on with your interesting conversation.”
Bobbi’s face flamed to a vivid red as she dug through her
purse for some cash. After paying Mr. Cho, who winked before he left, Billie wasted no time. As Bobbi was digging into her chicken fried rice, Billie’s mouth was flapping.
“I want details, Bobbi. I want to know how and why and how many times and—”
“Holy hell, Billie. I’m not going to give you a play by play. Besides, with all the action you’ve had lately I’m sure you can figure it out.”
“Well you at least owe me the highlights.”
With a sigh, Bobbi picked at her fried rice. “It was…” she began and then glanced up at her sister, her chest tightening, her heart pounding. “It was amazing.”
Billie’s mouth hung open, her spoonful of noodles held still, in mid-air. After a moment of silence she frowned. “The details would be good right about now.”
Bobbi chewed her food slowly and then took a long, exaggerated drink from the god awful pink Gatorade, ignoring the stink eye directed at her by her sister.
“What do you want to hear?” she said sharply, suddenly not in the mood to share the details of a night she was still trying to process. A night that had been filled with both passion and tenderness. A night that had been about loud, boisterous ecstasy, followed by moments of stillness and silence.
Bobbi wasn’t exactly sure what had transpired on Friday night, but she knew one thing. It hadn’t just been about the sex. It hadn’t just been about the physical. It had been so much more.
And it was the so much more that had her running scared.
None of that would be shared. Not even with her sister.
“How many orgasms did you have?” Billie shot at her.