him.”
“You don’t have to resist him.” Millie grinned. “Have some fun. You might as well see if he’s going to rock the ocean or if he’s barely moving the pond.”
“Oh, Millie.” I laughed. “You’re hilarious.”
“I’m glad you think so.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “My family thinks I shouldn’t be let out.”
“Oh?”
“They think I’m crazy.” She giggled. “They might be right.”
“All of us are crazy in our own way.” Jane grabbed my arm. “I have an idea for what you should do with Jagger.”
“Oh, yeah? What?”
“I’m not going to say unless you agree to do it.”
“I can’t agree to something if I don’t know now what it is!”
“Trust me, Magnolia. It’s nothing too crazy.”
“Why don’t I like the sound of that?”
“Okay, I’m going to be straightforward here.” Jane glanced at Millie then back at me. “I think you still like him. Maybe you even still love him.”
“I do not love Jagger,” I growled annoyed. “No way, José.”
“What do you think, Millie?” Jane turned to her. “Do you think that Magnolia still likes him?”
“Hell, yes.” Millie looked at me like I was crazy. “The chemistry between the two of you at the bar last night was off the chain.” Millie fanned herself. “Girl, you want him, and you want him bad.”
“I do not!”
“Why did you go to his apartment last night then?” Jane raised an eyebrow. “It was late, you were drunk, he’s hot, you’re horny … I mean, what did you think was going to happen?”
“Ugh, you’re right.” I wrinkled my nose. “I even took my bra off,” I said with a guilty smile. “I guess a part of me did still want him.”
“You took your bra off?” Millie looked impressed. “Yeah, you want to bang his brains out. Shit, if he wasn’t yours, I’d be banging his brains out myself. He’s hot as hell. I mean, those eyes—I’ve never seen eyes so green. Shit, when he looks at you, it’s like he sees into your soul.”
“I know,” I moaned. “He has this way of looking at me that makes me feel like I’m naked and he likes what he sees.”
“Well, I’m sure he does.” Jane smiled. “You’re gorgeous. He would be so lucky to be with you.”
“Really? Sometimes I feel like he’s on a much higher level than me.”
“Girl, you look like Katie Holmes’s better-looking sister.” Jane looked me up and down. “You’re stunning. Granted, you could wear higher heels, but this is San Francisco, no one wants to be walking up and down these hills in high heels.”
“You’ve got that right.” I laughed. “Maybe if we were in New York City.”
“Shoots, we have to get to the meeting in a few minutes.” Millie looked at her watch then back at me.
“Fine,” I said with a huff. “But it better be a good one.” I gave Jane a warning look. “I’ll never forgive you if I end up feeling worse.”
“Trust me, it’s a great one.” She grinned. “And you’re definitely going to end up feeling a hell of a lot better, I promise you that.”
And with that, we all hurried to the conference room for our morning meeting.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Olivia’s eyes were wide as Jane finished telling her and Birdie my story from the night before. I just smiled as I ate my sushi. It was interesting hearing my story told by someone else. I was a voyeur to my own past and I was able to look at the situation through their eyes as I listened to it. It made me aware that I really needed to have a conversation with Jagger about that night. There were so many different reasons why I’d made a move on Jagger, but the biggest one was because I’d actually thought we had a connection.
When Doug had walked into the bedroom, he’d shouted, “What the fuck, Jagger? Magnolia?” And then Jagger had taken his blindfold off and looked at me. I remembered that moment like it was yesterday. He’d smiled at me, his hand still on my breast as he turned over and looked at the doorway. And then he’d said, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” and that was it before everything started going crazy. Daisy had run into the room screaming, Doug was slamming the wall with his palms, and I was lying there wondering what the hell had just happened. Jagger had asked them to leave, and I had jumped up and grabbed my clothes.
“Don’t go, Magnolia,” Jagger had said and then he’d winked. “The King isn’t finished yet.”
I’d stared at him