Marrying Mr. Wrong (Dirty Martini Running Club #3) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,22
Nora asked after the server left.
“Yes. No. I’m not sure. I have a very important question.”
“Okay?”
“How do you know if you’ve had sex if you can’t remember?”
All three of them stared at me for a few seconds.
“Wait, what?” Nora asked. “You’re going to need to be more specific.”
“Let’s say, theoretically, a woman woke up naked with a man, but it’s unclear whether or not they were naked because they’d slept together or because they just took their clothes off and fell asleep that way. I’m asking for a friend.”
Nora narrowed her eyes at me.
“Are you inquiring from the perspective of a third party?” Hazel asked. “In the situation you described, did the person attempting to determine whether sexual activity took place walk in and discover the unclothed couple?”
“No, she’s part of the unclothed couple.”
“But why is it unclear whether they had sex?” Everly asked. “Doesn’t she know?”
“No, that’s why I’m asking. She doesn’t remember.”
“Sophie, what happened?” Nora asked. “I thought you went back to your room last night.”
“I said I was asking for a friend.”
“Like hell you are,” Nora said. “Spill it, honey. Tell us everything.”
“That’s the problem. I can’t,” I said miserably. “There’s so much I don’t remember.”
“Sophie, did you wake up naked with a man this morning?” Everly asked.
I nodded. “At the Bellagio.”
They all gasped.
“It was Camden Cox.”
They gasped again. Louder.
Nora took my hand, and her voice was uncharacteristically gentle. “Honey, are we talking about a situation where there wasn’t consent?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “No, nothing like that. I’m sure if anything did happen, it was consensual.”
“I assume your inability to recollect is due to excessive alcohol consumption?” Hazel asked.
I nodded again.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” Everly said. “Just do your best. Start at the beginning. What happened after dinner?”
I explained how I’d decided to go to the casino by myself after they’d all gone to their rooms. About winning, and then Cox appearing. How I’d kept winning, and we’d kept celebrating. And how by the time we’d left Mandalay Bay with Drake Meadows and Marika, I was already drunk enough that everything from there on out was very hazy.
“So you gambled and partied all night with Camden Cox, the boy who pulled your pigtails when you were kids, and you woke up naked with him in his hotel?” Nora asked.
“That’s basically it. I remember bits and pieces, but—”
“Sophie!” An excited voice cut me off and a woman with platinum blond hair and a clingy red dress rushed over to our table. She had a butterfly tattoo right in the center of her cleavage. “I’m so happy I caught you this morning.”
She looked vaguely familiar, her face featuring in the misty, broken slideshow that made up last night’s memories. But I didn’t know her name or why she was so excited to see me. What was I supposed to say? Think, Sophie, think. “Hi. Nice to see you too. These are my friends Nora, Hazel, and Everly.”
“Tanya,” she said with a wave. “Oh my god, Sophie, you were the absolute cutest last night. When I get married, you have to promise me you’ll be my maid of honor.”
“Maid of honor?”
“The pics from Drake’s wedding are all over the internet already and you look amazing in all of them.”
“All over the internet?”
She smacked a piece of gum and nodded. “And the toast you gave? I still get a little choked up when I think about it.”
This time I stopped myself from repeating what she’d said in the form of a question. I’d given a toast? “Wow, I’m um… I’m glad you liked it.”
“So much. You’re a badass bitch. I gotta go; the crew is heading down to the Wynn for the buffet. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye,” I said, not even trying to hide my bewilderment as she walked away. She met up with a tall guy who looked like the drummer from—
No, he was the drummer from Monkey Rum. He was freaking famous. He gave me the rock on symbol with both hands. “See ya, Soph!”
Swallowing hard, I waved back.
“Holy shit,” Nora said, her eyes on her phone. “Sophie, you were in Drake Meadows’ wedding?”
“I guess so?”
“Let me see.” Everly grabbed for Nora’s phone and her eyes widened. “Oh my god, you were.”
“Apparently she gave a toast,” Hazel said.
“Maybe I did.”
“What else did you do last night?” Nora asked.
“Well… I’m pretty sure I was a ring girl at an MMA fight.”
“What’s that?” Everly asked.
“They walk around the ring in a bikini holding up a number to tell the crowd