Author Anonymous_ A True Story - E.K. Blair Page 0,8
every last detail.”
Tossing the sheets off my heated face, I look over to Brooke, who’s sitting on her bed with a bad case of ratty bedhead and a cup of coffee in her hand.
“I’m tired,” I tell her and try to push off the conversation. “Can we talk after I get some sleep?”
“Umm . . . no. You can sleep after you tell me what it was you were doing all night when you were supposed to be here studying with me for our midterm.”
“I’m sorry. I lost track of . . .” I stumble off and grin wildly, “well, everything.”
“I bet you did. Now spill it. You had sex with him, didn’t you?”
My smile is obnoxiously big.
“I knew it! Damn, I’m jealous of you. That guy is so hot. Oh, my God,” she rambles. “How was it? I bet it was amazing. I mean, with a guy like that, it has to be mind blowing.”
“Brooke!” My voice is playful as I scold her.
“Okay, I’m sorry.” She sets her coffee mug on the nightstand between our beds and does her best to compose herself. “Seriously though. How are you? I mean, this is a big step for you.”
I straighten up as the joking subsides and a more serious tone takes hold of our conversation. “I told him about Trey.”
“You hadn’t told him yet?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t really know how. It finally came out last night, and then . . . I don’t know, maybe it was all the emotion that drove me to sleep with him. Telling him and then hearing his response . . . His words were perfect, Brooke. I guess it was just everything about that moment.”
“How do you feel about it now?”
“Last night I felt needy for him after revealing that, but when I woke up this morning . . . with him . . . it felt right.”
“I’m glad you told him and opened yourself up. It must feel like a weight off your shoulders,” she says warmheartedly, and I agree, saying, “Yeah. I was being standoffish with him. I knew he could tell I was keeping him at arm’s length. And now that he knows why, he’s put me at ease and has given me the reassurance I’ve been needing but was too scared to ask for.”
“He seems like a good guy.”
“He is,” I respond, and when she picks up her coffee mug, I see the shift in her demeanor.
“Now tell me, what was the sex like?” I burst out laughing and cover my face with a pillow as she goes on, “I bet he’s the intense type.”
“Stop!”
“A dirty talker.”
“Brooke!” I shriek through a fit of hilarity.
“A bed breaker.”
“Anything to drink?” the stewardess asks as she stands with her hair in a perfect low bun, flawless makeup, and a smile way too big for it being so early in the morning.
“Vodka cranberry.”
I look over to Brooke, who stole the window seat from me. “It’s eight in the morning.”
“Make that two vodka cranberries.”
I shake my head and tell the stewardess, “An orange juice will be fine.”
“With a side of vodka.” When I look to Brooke, she simply smiles innocently and says, “Come on. This Vegas signing only happens once a year. Lighten up.”
“Do you remember what happened last year?”
“How could I forget the guys from the Thunder from Down Under. Seeing them practically molest you on stage will go down as one of the highlights of my life!”
“So humiliating.”
“Humiliating? The look on your face told a different story,” she says with a devilish smirk. “To everyone in the audience, it looked like you were enjoying every second of that guy grinding up on you.”
“I had way too much to drink. I blame the alcohol.”
“Did you ever tell Landon?”
“No. He’d be pissed if he ever found out,” I say a pitch too loudly. “Did you ever tell Chris how you made that stripper pole your bitch that night at the club?”
“Of course I did.” Our drinks come, and after we dump the mini bottles of vodka into our juices, she adds, “He’s been jealous of that pole ever since.”
We hold up our cups, and I toast, “To Vegas.”
Once we land, collect our luggage, and make it to the hotel on the strip, we head up to our room and settle in. Brooke is immediately on the phone with the bellhop to have all the boxes she shipped to the hotel brought up to our room. As soon as they are delivered, I help Brooke