“What are you talking about, weirdo?”
Piper laughed, while Reese bit into her lip. She didn’t want to lie to her sister, but she had promised Phillip she wouldn’t say anything, so she wouldn’t. Even if her kitten wanted to gush and gossip about how amazing Phillip was, she couldn’t. It had been three days since she had watched him walk out of her studio and each hour that passed, she only yearned for him more. She would have thought with how busy Saturday and Sunday were with dance competitions, she wouldn’t have thought of him as all. But she did. The whole time. It was disgusting. She was stupid, but she couldn’t help it… she wanted him again. She had lied through her teeth when she said she had gotten her fill. She hadn’t, she wanted more, needed more, but she knew damn well that would never happen.
It couldn’t happen.
Shouldn’t happen.
Oh, hell, who was she kidding? If he even gave her a smoldering look that said he wanted her, she was going to be naked within seconds. Her clothes and panties would magically dissolve, and she would be completely ready for him.
She was so screwed.
“Gosh, you’re a brat. Did you sleep with him?”
“Who?” she asked, trying to prolong the inevitable, which was her lying to her twin.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna kill you! Phillip! Did you sleep with Phillip?”
Reese couldn’t hold in her laughter as she sputtered, “Phillip who?”
Silence went over the line as Reese continued to laugh.
“I hate you.”
Still laughing, Reese said, “Oh hush, no, I didn’t sleep with him.”
Piper didn’t even pause, she shrieked, “Oh my God, are you seriously lying to me right now?”
Reese paused.
“What?”
“You’re lying; you did that hiccup thingy before you answered!”
“I did not!”
She did.
“Yes, you did!’
Trying not to sound too guilty, she said, “You’re such a weirdo. I gotta go, Claire is about to be here.”
“Stop lying to me! Did you tangle the sheets with Phillip?”
Reese dropped her head to the floor, mushing her face against the cold tile. There was no point in lying, and it wasn’t like she was going to sleep with or have a conversation with Phillip again. Plus, Piper wouldn’t tell a soul.
“Uh, maybe?”
“Maybe?” Piper asked, deadpanned.
“Okay, yes, I did, but don’t say anything!” Reese yelled just as she heard Piper about to scream something, probably along the line of she knew it or something.
“I knew it,” she whispered, causing Reese to roll her eyes. “I can’t tell Erik?”
“Heck no.”
“But he’s my hubby.”
“I don’t care if he was the pope! Don’t tell him. We agreed not to tell anyone. It was a mistake, totally lust and stupidity, nothing to get worked up about.”
“Oh, so that’s it? A quick whoo hoo, and y’all are done?” Piper asked, sounding disappointed.
“Yes, Piper, no wedding bells or the pitter patter of little feet. We just fucked,” she said as she leaned back, stretching her legs above her head. “No big deal, just nice, satisfying sex.”
That she wanted more of.
“Well, that sucks.”
“Actually, it was quite amazing.”
Piper let out an aggravated sigh before saying, “No, I thought y’all had hit it off. I was convinced that something would come out of it.”
They had, but she wasn’t going to admit that. Instead, she said, “Oh hell no, this is me we are talking about. I don’t want a man.”
That was a lie. She wanted Phillip, but she knew she would get tired of him sooner or later. He was cocky and full of himself. He was also so fucking hot that he could singe her panties off with one smile. He was playful, funny, and if she wanted a man, he’d be it, but she didn’t, and that was final. No matter how gorgeous and funny he was.
“Ugh, whatever, so you’re not gonna see him again?” she asked.
“I will when he brings Claire in but other than that… no. We got our fill, and we are good.”