Ignoring the massive calories that would have to be worked off at the gym, Madison demolished the cupcake in record time, pleased when her headache became almost bearable.
Nothing like sweet, gooey goodness to ease the pain.
“Mmm.” Madison licked her fingers. “Much better than your nasty hangover remedy.”
Kristen rolled her eyes, cleaning away the mess Madison had made. The woman was a true neat freak.
“Now tell me what happened,” Kristen commanded.
Madison wrinkled her nose, taking another sip of the coffee. “Luc Angeli happened.”
“Ah.” Kristen leaned against the edge of the counter, her expression warning she wasn’t going to allow Madison to leave until she had the full story. “So he was at the hotel.”
“Yes.”
“And as handsome as ever, the annoying devil,” the blonde-haired woman said, obviously having seen Luc around town.
“And as arrogant,” Madison muttered.
“What did you expect?”
Madison gave a short, humorless laugh. “A good question.”
Kristen stilled, studying Madison with a growing concern. “Maddy…” She abruptly grimaced. “Sorry, I meant—”
“Maddy’s fine,” she assured her friend. She’d ridiculously thought that insisting on being called Madison would somehow separate her from the naïve girl who’d so eagerly invited Luc into her bed.
The truth was that she would never be able to rid herself of Maddy.
Her past was simply a part of her.
“What happened?” Kristen prompted.
“It went just as I planned.” Madison grimaced as she was forced to relive her latest humiliation. “I met Luc at the party and less than a half hour later he was in my hotel room.”
“Not surprising,” Kristen murmured, her gaze closely studying Madison’s pale face. “No man could resist a night with Madison Philips.”
Madison shook her head. There were some men who would be attracted to her because she was a famous model, but that wasn’t why Luc had been so eager.
“Luc couldn’t resist a night with any woman willing to spread her legs,” she said in dry tones.
Kristen arched a brow. “I told you earlier that the rumor around Vegas is that Luc has become very particular in his choice of companions. I heard one of his friends say that he’d become a monk over the past couple of years.”
Madison ignored her friend’s words. Just as she’d ignored Luc’s claim that he’d changed from the shallow flirt he’d been when she’d known him.
“More likely he became more discreet.”
“That’s possible, I suppose,” Kristen slowly agreed, frowning as if troubled by Madison’s stark refusal to believe that Luc could change. “What happened when you got to the hotel room?”
Madison felt her cheeks heat. She told herself it was embarrassment. She wasn’t the sort of woman who enjoyed sharing the details of her sexual encounters with anyone, not even her best friend. But deep inside she knew that it was the remembered pleasure that made her face flush.
God. She ached in places that she’d never realized could ache.
The delectable ache of a woman who’d been well loved.
Her blush deepened as Kristen raised a questioning brow.
“I would think that was pretty obvious,” she mumbled.