"What? No way! Alice? How did I not know that?"
"Nobody knows it. Alice is afraid of her own shadow. If she knew a horn dog like my brother was looking at her, she'd die of a heart attack."
"He needs to tell her. They would be such a cute couple."
"No. They wouldn't."
"What? Of course they would! What are you talking about?"
"You know my brother. Cyan has certain tastes. There's no way Alice, as quiet, shy, and prissy as she is, could ever live up to that."
"Tastes?"
"He goes to sex bars."
"Sex bars? What's that?"
"Underground sex clubs. He likes watching and being watched."
"Watching and being… Oh. My. God," she exhales, her face heating up so bright that it could glow in the dark. “Alice would never do that."
"And that's why Cyan hasn't made his move."
"That's kind of sad. It also crosses Cyan off my list. I have enough trouble revealing my body to one man, let alone a whole roomful."
"You've got a beautiful body," I tell her without thinking as I finish off my second drink.
"Oh. Uh, thank you."
"I'm serious, Buttercup," I tell her as the waitress puts down another drink. I'm feeling a little loose, so this should probably be my last real drink. No sense in pushing myself over the edge. Kayla is giving me enough headaches; I don't need to give myself a hangover too. "You've got a banging body."
"Maybe you should stop drinking now," she cautions.
"I'm not drunk, not even close. Since when did you get hung up about sex? It's something we should be able to talk freely about."
"I'm not hung up about sex. It just feels strange to talk about sex… with you."
"You mean you can put me on a potential donor list, but not actually talk about sex with me?"
"Well, that's different."
"How so?" I ask her, genuinely interested, plus this stops her from talking, or even thinking, about my brothers.
"Well, I mean there's not much talking during sex. But, to just graphically discuss everything..."
"Honey, I don't know what you're used to, but there's definitely talking during sex."
"I…"
"And graphic details make fucking fun."
"It does?" Kayla asks, and she has no idea what she's doing to me. Her pale face is heated. Her brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail high on her head, but there are pieces of it framing her face. Her eyes have this huge softness to them that stirs something deep inside of me. She looks innocent and beautiful. So innocent, a man can't help but want to be the one to introduce her to things she's never experienced, and claim that innocence for his own. Fuck. It's like I've opened this giant Pandora's Box where Kayla is concerned and no matter what I do, I just can't get away from it. I want my best friend.
I want her so bad, my damned balls are blue right now.
CHAPTER 15
KAYLA
“Christ, those ass-clowns you’ve been with have showed you nothing,” White mumbles, taking another drink. I’d argue with him, but he’s mostly telling the truth.
"White, I'm thinking we should leave."
"How do you expect to make this work if you don't really know what to do with a man?"
"I know what to do," I argue, not liking the way he's making me feel. I might not be as practiced at sex as he is, but I know the essentials and that's all I need for this.
"It's not about what to do, Buttercup. It's about letting yourself go. It's about showing a man you have what he wants. What he needs."
"I don't think we should discuss—"
"I'm on your list. I think it's the perfect thing for us to discuss. If we do this, then we need to be able to communicate about everything."
"If we? You mean… you want to…?"
“I sure as hell would rather it be me than any of the other assholes on that list."
"Your brother is not an asshole."
"He's an idiot when it comes to women, and those other men are not men at all. That leaves me."
"But you don't think of me like that," I remind him, trying to cap the excitement bubbling up inside of me, but failing.
"I think that's where you need lessons."
"Lessons?"
"On exactly how to seduce a man."
"I thought we were discussing you and I having sex, I don't think I understand what you're saying."
"I'm saying that up until lately… this point, I've always seen you as asexual."
"Well, that's reassuring," I grumble, feeling embarrassed all over again.
"It's just the truth. So, you need to make me see you as a woman."
"Make you see me as a woman?"
"Yep."