Like that would happen any time soon. Especially not with a Horizon Developing meeting coming up this afternoon. God help me.
It wasn’t like a one-night stand whose awkwardness could be euthanized by the purr of a taxi’s engine. We still had to work together—sort of—and we’d still slept together. This wasn’t over, which was good. And bad. And really good. And kind of bad. We’d shown our kinky sides. Rick wanted to be bound, gagged, fucked, tormented. Not just once, but over and over, and I couldn’t wait to—
“Hey, who let the zombie in?” Teagan’s voice made me jump. Raising a triple-pierced eyebrow, she eyed me over the half-constructed roof of a proposed shopping center. “You’re awfully quiet today.”
“What’d you do, McNeill?” Cal smirked. “Get laid or something?”
“Yes, Cal,” I said with mock exasperation. “Your mom wouldn’t leave me alone, so I finally broke down and—”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Come on, fess up,” Teagan said.
I flipped her the bird, and she snickered. I knew that sound—I’ll get the truth out of you sooner or later.
“Well, now that you’re back from the Twilight Zone,” Scott said, “we need you to clear something up for us.”
“Does it involve Calvin’s mom and her baby-oil fetish?”
“Shut up, McNeill,” came the growl from behind Cal’s computer.
Scott laughed. “I sure as hell hope not.”
“Okay, so what’s it about?” I asked.
Teagan stood up from leaning over her model and gingerly rubbed her lower back. “Cal and Bianca are convinced the G-spot is just a myth.”
I blinked. “Seriously?”
“I think it’s like the emperor’s new clothes.” Bianca glanced up from whatever drawing she was working on. “Everyone knows it doesn’t exist, but no one wants to be the first to admit it.”
“And I think,” Teagan said, “that Bianca’s boyfriend needs a lesson or two in pleasing a woman.”
Bianca snorted. “Hardly. He does just fine, thank you.”
“Not if he hasn’t found your damned G-spot, he hasn’t,” I said.
“What?” Cal scoffed. “You buy into that whole thing too?”
“Of course I do.” I moved back to my desk, since I wasn’t getting anywhere on my model.
Bianca eyed me skeptically. “And you’ve probably seen the Loch Ness Monster too, haven’t you?”
“No, but I’ve seen what happens when I touch a woman’s G-spot.”
Cal’s head rose above his monitor like a curious prairie dog. “It makes that much of a difference?”
“Yes, you moron.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re really letting me down here, Cal, if you haven’t found a woman’s G-spot.”
“But I read a study not too long ago that said it didn’t exist,” Bianca said.
Teagan laughed. “Translation—the scientists who wrote the study couldn’t find it. Much like Calvin and your poor excuse for a boyfriend.”
“There’s something there, that’s all I know,” I said. “Call it a G-spot, call it whatever you want. There’s something there that means the difference between peeling a woman off the ceiling and sending her into orbit.” And then there’s the male G-spot… The image of Rick coming apart while I’d fucked him just right sent a pleasant shudder through me.
Teagan cleared her throat. I glanced at her, and her eyebrow arched. I’m watching you. What aren’t you telling us?
I shifted my gaze back to my screen.
“Well, I’d say it’s settled,” Scott said. “Even the old guy can find it. Therefore, the G-spot is real. I told you guys.”
“Hmm.” Bianca glared at her computer screen for a moment. Then her eyes flicked up to meet mine. “So how do I get my boyfriend to find it?”
Teagan snickered. “Sweetie, Tim can’t even find his wallet or keys half the time without your help. I think you may have to find it and then direct him to it.”
“He’s not that bad.”
“Yes, he is.”
“Oh, come on, he’s—”
“Bianca,” I said. “Tim’s a great guy and all, but come on. He literally couldn’t find his car in the middle of a deserted parking lot in broad fucking daylight.”
“Ha, I remember that.” Teagan barely suppressed her laughter. “And let’s not forget about the—”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Bianca muttered.
“So, McNeill,” Scott said, still clicking away at his mouse as he spoke. “You find anybody’s G-spot this weekend?”
Teagan eyed me, raising that pierced eyebrow again. My blood turned cold, but before I could panic, Cal groaned, reminding me who Scott was actually referring to.
I chuckled. “Are you kidding? Found it the very first time.”
“Shut up,” Cal growled. “Both of you.”
“Really?” Scott said. “Wasn’t hard to find?”
“Not in the least.”
“McNeill, Harper, I’m going—”
“And let me tell you,” I said, “I have never known a woman who was so prone to female ejac—”
A tape dispenser flew past my head and knocked a few books off the shelf behind me. I put up my hands and met Cal’s glare with a poor attempt at an innocent look. “What?”