Sunday, September 24, 2017

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Here's a taste of Lexie's journey here....

Suddenly the Eats and Treats kitchen was stiflingly hot. My five-minute flirting session with him at the grocery store had haunted me for days, and it’d taken every bit of my strength not to ask Marisol how their latest date had gone. I’d been hoping and praying her silence meant he’d dumped her.
Candace perked up. “Oh, yeah? What’s the scoop? What opportunity did you miss with him? Did he not call after your date?”
Marisol was aghast. “Be serious. They always call.”
Damn. I blinked innocently at her, and prayed that my cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. “So what’s wrong then?”
“Is he terrible in the sack?” Candace asked. “I know how much you hate that.”
I suppressed a snort. Candace wasn’t lying. Marisol was very forthright with her opinions on her varying boyfriends’, ahem, bedroom skills. If they didn’t make her scream out swear words in Spanish, she didn’t consider them worth her time. And though I couldn’t believe what I was thinking, I hoped that Fletcher was terrible in bed. At least if he lacked certain talents in the bedroom, then I could go to sleep at night knowing he wasn’t making Marisol bellow ‘Ay caramba!’
“That’s just it.” Marisol slapped her hand down on the metal table. “I wouldn’t know!”
Gulping back a smile, I asked, “You haven’t slept with him yet?”
She shook her head. “Three dates now, and he hasn’t laid a hand on me.”
“He hasn’t even kissed you?” When Marisol shook her head, Candace’s mouth twitched. “What a jerk.”
“Don’t mock me.” Marisol narrowed her eyes. “This is serious. I wore my thigh high boots on our last date.”
My stomach clenched. “What? I thought you said you went to the movies.” When she just blinked at me, I added, “Who wears thigh high boots to see a romantic comedy?”
She looked at me like I was an idiot. “Last time I wore them we didn’t even make it out of my house that night.”
Shuddering, I focused my attention on the zucchini cakes I’d been assembling before Candace arrived. “Your life is one long-running episode of Sex in the City, do you know that?”

“Uh huh,” she said proudly.