Emma looked at me and asked, “Does James know?”
“Huh?”
“Does he know you had sex?” She raised a brow. “I know he’s staying here.”
I swallowed the lump.Yes, Emma. He knows I had sex because he was present the entire time, edging me with his dirty words, fingers and mouth and then fucking me into the mattress until I was unable to think for a few moments.
Thankfully, Summer saved me. “You know what? It’s time to celebrate.”
“Summer, no.”
“Yes!” she replied and grinned at Emma, who looked like she was actually considering partying. “Don’t you have those tickets for the new club? What’s it called? Vixen? We should go there!”
“Guys,” I tried to interrupt their plan. “We have school tomorrow.”
“Uh-huh and your point, miss I-am-not-a-virgin-anymore? When was the last time all three of us went clubbing?”
The silence made Summer purse her lips, her curly hair falling across her shoulders as she gave both of us a pointed look.
“Can’t we stay in and watch Heath Ledger serenade Julia Stiles while stuffing our face with carbs?”
Emma considered it for a moment. I was giving her my best puppy eye look while Summer was offering her best smirk. It was an unfair advantage because I must have looked constipated while she looked like a goddess.
“Summer is right.” I groaned, but Emma continued, “We haven’t celebrated in a while. It should be fun.”
“What about school?” I grumbled.
“It’ll be fine.”
“What about… Caleb?” I tried.
Emma’s eyes sharpened. “I don’t care what he thinks. He still hasn’t apologized. I want to go clubbing with my friends who care about me.Nothim.”
“Great! I’ve the fake IDs ready, we just need to turn you from I-am-a-sweet-baker to I-am-the-baddest-bitch.” Summer dragged me back to my room and planted me on the bed while she rummaged through my wardrobe.
I picked at my floral skirt and cute top. “What’s wrong with a sweet baker look?”
Summer tutted as she roved her gaze over me. “Nothing’s wrong if you were invited to a kids’ birthday party. But we are going to a club that’s named Vixen, sweetheart. We need to dress up for it.”
Emma offered, easing my worry. “How about both? A baker that looks like a vixen?”
I stood up. “I have the perfect dress for it.”
34
SEX WIZARD
MIA
An hour later, all three of us were getting out of a cab dressed like we were going to walk on a red carpet. I had donned the lilac purple dress, its expensive soft fabric hugging my waist before flowing into a soft skirt that reached my mid-thigh. I had slipped into white sandal heels and applied minimal makeup with red lips. I looked and felt pretty. And as Summer had called me, ‘A sexy baker who’s the baddest bitch.’
Emma was still wearing her attire from before, with a short skirt and blouse, with sharper makeup. Summer had changed into one of my corsets that I never wore because I felt too shy, which looked great over her dress.
The club was located out of the city and near an abandoned road. Despite that, the crowd queuing up with sparkling clothes seemed excited, and the energy was intoxicating.
Our IDs were in hand, and, as usual, I let my friends handle talking with the intimidating guard when he checked them and flashed the light over the three of us.
“Are you here for the opening?” he grumbled.