Page 116 of Filthy Beautiful
“I think the verdict is still out on that,” she said.
I rolled my eyes. And giggled, for no real reason.
Well… blueberry port.
And vodka lemonade.
“What about dirty talk?” Larissa said. “You could tell him how much you want him.”
“Already tried,” I said. “Didn’t work.”
“Really?” Angie said.
“You could sext him,” Shay suggested. “Write it out. Guys love getting sexy texts.”
“Why would he want a sexy text?” I took a swig of my vodka lemonade. “I told him in person and hewalked out.”
“Ouch,” Angie said.
“You could send him porn.” That was Shay again. The girl was just full of ideas.
“No!” I sputtered, laughing.
“Did you know they have programs so powerful now that you can put someone’s face onto a porn and it looks real?” she said. “Like you could put your face on a chick who’s blowing some guy with a huge dick, and you could put his face on the guy—”
“Oh my God,” I choked. “No.”
“You saiddick!” Angie shouted, belatedly.
I snorted.
“Oh, shit.” Shayla slugged her shot back and I laughed.
We all drank. Shay started kinda dancing in her seat as she poured refills, slopping blueberry port on the table. “This is fun!”
“I got it,” Angie said. “What about doing, like, a strip tease for him? You’re a great dancer.”
“Veto!” I cried. “He’d just walk out. That would be like the ultimate in humiliation.”
“You’re all overthinking this,” Shayla said. “Just show him the damn nips.”
I snicker-snorted. “Stop saying nips!”
“Nips nips nips!” Shay sang.
“Stop!” I collapsed back on my chair, giggling. I was laughing so much, tears were starting to leak out the corners of my eyes.
“I think she might be right about the nips,” Angie said, ultra seriously. Too seriously. It totally cracked me up. “You’ve got great nips,” she said solemnly, and that really did it.
“Stop… saying… nips! I can’t take it.”
“Niiiips!!” Shay got up, turned the music up and started dancing. “And by the way, you really need to stop wearing that cupcake necklace.”
“What? Why?”
“Because. Every time Xander sees it on you, it’s just a reminder. You know, that you’re his friend’s baby sister.”
“That’s true,” Larissa said.
