Page 68 of Loyal
Bailey laughs. “Yeah, sounds weird, I know but it will be just us. They are closed to the public tonight. Cami is already there and I’m about to head that way.”
“All right. I’ll head that way too. Thanks for inviting me.”
“Anytime. I look forward to getting into some trouble with you. Gotta keep those men on their toes.” She hangs up before I can respond.
Before starting my car, I send Farrah a quick text.
Me: Hey, I hope you had a good day today. I love you.
After the message is sent, I open up my navigation app and search for Boudoir and hit start. It’s only a fifteen-mile drive but takes almost forty-five minutes to get there thanks to traffic. When I pull in, though, I see Bailey getting out of her car.
“Hey!” she says when I get out of mine
“Hey, will it be a problem if I change out of my scrubs?” I ask, nodding toward the building.
“Go for it. Cami won’t care.”
“Sweet.”
I grab my bag from the truck and fall into step next to her. “Thanks again for inviting me.”
“Of course, just a heads-up, though. It’s going to be more than just Cami, you, and I. A couple of the other women are coming,” she warns.
“Cool,” I say as we step inside.
Cami looks up when we enter and smiles.
“Just in time!” she says cheerfully. She’s standing behind the bar in a sports bra and her hair in a messy braid.
“What are you making?” Bailey asks as she saddles up next to the bar.
“Giant pitcher of mojitos. It’s hot as balls out, and it’s refreshing.” Cami shrugs.
“That sounds amazing after the day I had,” I tell her.
Cami eyes my bag. “Do you need to change?”
“If that’s okay.”
“Of course. Head through that door and down the hall. The door on the right will be the dressing room we all use. You can change in there.”
“Thank you.”
Five minutes later I rejoin them, and I find them sitting in one of the booths. As soon as my ass hits the seat, Cami slides a glass toward me.
“Thank you.”
Cami leans forward with a wicked smile. “Okay, before the other girls get here. I have questions that I think you would rather discuss in private.”
“Like?” I ask, trying not to squirm in my chair.
“Tell me he’s not as sweet in the bedroom as he is in real life,” she demands, making Bailey laugh.
“Thank God someone said it! That man has ‘dirty talker’ written all over him,” Bailey cackles.
I feel my cheeks heat. “I don’t kiss and tell…but he’s the best I’ve ever had.”
“That’s my boy!” Bailey whoops.
