“You think it’s funny? Well, your luggage got torn up and your little toy went rolling out of the bag right in front of the people who picked me up from the airport.” Katy’s lips twitched with amusement at her sister’s indrawn breath.
“Really? Oh, well. I don’t care about that silly thing. I threw it in at the last minute.”
“As far as I could tell, everything else is fine. I don’t know why you bother packing toys like that. You’re literally a hot guy magnet. Doesn’t matter where you are, they always find you. Me, on the other hand, they treat like a leper.”
“Oh Katy, stop being so hard on yourself. We look exactly the same. Guys drool all over you, too, but you don’t give them the time of day. I’m not sure you even notice most of them. If you would loosen up a bit. Smile. Flirt. Let the poor guy know you don’t think he’s a lowly worm you want to squish under your heel…”
Katy scrunched her nose. “I do not come across that bad. I just don’t have time to date,” she replied defensively.
“Normally I would argue, but I’m done dating. Done with men.”
“Sure. I totally believe you.” She had heard this from Emily after every bad breakup. The hiatus only lasted until the next drop-dead gorgeous man looked her way.
Katy leaned back into her seat with a grin on her face as Emily spiraled into her sure to be long justification of why this time was different. Katy looked around the club, only half listening to her sister. The crown molding in the room was exquisite; the ceiling etched with some kind of plaster art that made the room feel like a fairy-tale ball should be happening, not a roaring nightclub full of normal people out for a good time. Mythical creatures had been molded into the ceiling. Dragons, mostly. A few fairies. Lots of trees and flowers filling in the spaces. The ceiling alone was worth the trip. Only in Italy would a building this old and beautiful be used as a dance club.
“I’m serious. I’ve been around the block a few times.”
What were they talking about again? Oh yes. Men. “That’s an understatement.”
“Be nice.”
“I was.” Katy grinned and watched a couple writhe and move together on the dance floor like they were making love through their clothes. Sexy. Hot. She couldn’t take her eyes off them as they started to kiss like they were starving for one another.
No man had ever kissed her like that. Not even close. She sighed, jealousy a little green monster twisting in her gut.
Emily was laughing. “Fair. I’ve dated a lot of men, and not one of them was worth keeping. I’m done. I’ve had my fun. I want different things now.”
“Like what?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m all set, and I’m determined to be happy about it. But you, dear sister, need to get out there. Take the chance to hook up with an Italian sex god and have an orgasmic vacation.”
Katy nearly choked on her dirty martini. “You’re terrible.”
“When was the last time you let loose and had a one-night stand?”
“Um, wow, let me think about that. NEVER. You know I can barely talk to strangers, so picking up a hot guy and letting him see me naked would be next level.”
“Fine. How about sex with a boyfriend? A friend with benefits? Coworker? Anyone at all?”
Katy opened her mouth to reply, but her sister beat her to the punch.
“With a man, not a toy.”
“A long time.” It was probably over a year now, but who was counting?
She was. Fourteen months. Her va-jay-jay was probably covered in cobwebs.
Emily’s voice was sympathetic. “I know you don’t sleep around, which is fine. But Katy, you’re in Italy! The men are gorgeous. No one knows you. Have a little fun. Have a lot of fun! Just relax and enjoy! You deserve this!”
Katy groaned. “I’ll try.”
“Listen, I’ll be there in a few days. Then the real vacation starts for you, Sis. I want you to find someone sexy. Or maybe two someones, and rock their world. I’ll expect a full report after the dust settles,” Emily chuckled.
“One is more than enough.” Katy sighed. “And I don’t know how to rock anything.”
“Then just let him rock you on his really big co—”
“Em!”