I agree, excited to spend more time with them both. I see why Quinn and Finn are so in love with these girls. They’re fun and smart. Easy to be with.
I’m happy for all four of them all over again.
“Holy shit,” Sienna says, a dirty martini with three olives in her hand, as she stares at my wall of shoes. “Shoes.”
“I have a thing for them,” I say and sip my own martini. “It’s really more of an obsession.”
“I never used to care about shoes,” Sienna says as she continues to look. “I had the same dull pair that I wore with everything.”
“What happened?”
“Quinn,” she says simply. “He bought me a pair of Louboutins, and there was no going back.”
“I splurge on my shoes,” I admit. “I like the designer brands. And I wear them, so I don’t feel like it’s a waste.”
“Let me try them on.” Sienna spins to me, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Please?”
“You want to try on my . . . shoes?”
“You might as well let her,” London says as she peruses my suits. “She’ll just badger you until you let her.”
“I will not,” Sienna says with a dignified sniff. “Okay, I will. Pleeeease?”
“Sure.” I laugh and sit on my bed, sip my drink, and dig into the bags of treasures I bought today. “I forgot about this necklace.”
It’s a silver chain with a simple butterfly pendant. It has teal wings.
“Look!” Sienna walks out of the closet in a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos. They’re covered in crystals. “We’re the same size!”
“Uh-oh,” London says with a laugh. “She may never leave.”
“Quinn will come looking for me sooner or later.”
Sienna disappears back into the closet, and London pours us all another martini.
“So you and Carter,” she says with a grin. “Spill it.”
“Spill what?”
“The sex,” Sienna calls out from the closet. “Tell us about the sex.”
I feel my cheeks flush as I take another sip of my drink and reach for a box of brand-new heels. “I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about our sex life.”
“Why?” London asks. “You’re banging him, aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“No buts,” London says with a shake of the head. “I mean, unless you enjoy that sort of thing.”
This drink is going straight to my head. I snort, and Sienna lets out a loud laugh in the closet. “No, I don’t think I do.”
“Actually, I want you to start from the beginning,” Sienna says, carrying out an armful of shoes to try on. “How did this come about?”
And so, for the next twenty minutes, I tell them about my history with Carter, working for him forever, and how things started to change.
“The ol’ stuck-at-the-office trick,” Sienna says with a knowing nod after I tell them about being stuck in the storm. “Works every time.”
“I don’t think Carter could control a blizzard.” I frown into my empty martini glass, and London fills it again from the shaker she’s had a constant vodka supply in.
“And the sex is good?” London asks softly. They’re both glassy-eyed, red-cheeked, and now that every shoe in my closet has been tried on and in a heaping pile on my bedroom floor, we’re just lounging and gossiping about my love life.
London and I are on the bed, and Sienna is sitting on the floor, her back braced against my dresser.
“It’s the best I’ve ever had,” I confide softly. “So different from when I was married.”
“Hold up,” London says. “You were married?”
“For about six years,” I say with a nod. “Richard and I met in college. We were both from small towns in Ohio, and we were just so young.”
I set my half-empty glass aside.
“What happened?” Sienna asks.
“There’s a list of things. He didn’t like the number of hours I put in for Carter. He said I was never home, and that’s why he was forced to find someone else to have sex with.”
“Whoa,” London says, sitting up straight. “What in the actual hell?”
“I didn’t mean to say that. I’m a little drunk.”
“I’m a lot drunk,” Sienna says with a grin. “Keep talking.”
“My marriage failing was my fault.” I shrug. “I didn’t pay him enough attention.”
“He was a jealous asshole,” London says. “You had a demanding career. There’s no crime in that.”
“Yeah, he didn’t like it. He also hated that I earned more money than him.”
“What’s up with these insecure idiots who can’t deal with a successful woman?” Sienna demands the room at large. “I mean, we’re well into the twenty-first century.”
“You’re so much better off without him,” London agrees.
“I know.