Page 159 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I roll my lips between my teeth. “Touch me.”

His lips press against my shoulder before he rasps, “I thought you’d never ask.” His hand continues higher until he’s cupping my breast and pinching my nipple.

“What time do you have to be at work?”

“Eleven,” I breathe.

“Plenty of time. You’re not getting out of this bed until you can’t feel your legs.”

“Sienna? Earth to Sienna." Suddenly, something smacks my ass, and I jump upright from where I was daydreaming against the salon reception desk.

“What? What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.

“You’re doing it again,” Bea teases.

“She’s dickmatized,” Savvy calls helpfully.

“That is definitely the issue,” Lessy agrees.

Thankfully, we’ve got a quiet few minutes. Rachel is the only one with a client right now, and she’s in the other room doing an intimate waxing.

“So, who is he?” Savvy asks, coming over to join us.

I glance at Bea, and she raises a brow in a “time to own up” way.

“Maybe it isn’t a man,” I reason.

“I’m sorry, no one gets that lost fantasizing about anything but a magical dick,” Lessy points out.

“Maybe I just really want cake.”

All three of them roll their eyes, not buying a single second of it.

“Okay, fine. Maybe it is a dick,” I confess. I refrain from admitting that I don’t yet know just how magical it is.

“Oh my god. It’s been so long since those words have left Sienna’s lips. Wait…have they ever left her lips?”

“Nope,” Bea supplies.

“Come on, we’re dying here. What’s his name? Is he hot?”

“Of course he’s hot. Did you not see that look on her face a moment ago?” Lessy teases.

I roll my eyes. “His name is Calvin, and…yeah. Things are…good.”

“Good?” Lessy asks with a frown.

“Fine. Amazing. But it’s early days.”

Savvy claps her hands together like an excited child.

“I’m so happy for you,” she shrieks.

“Are you going to tell them his surname?” Bea asks.

Honestly, I have felt a little guilty about not telling them before now. We might be colleagues, but we’re also friends. Not much goes unsaid in this place.

“Ohh… is it someone we know?” Lessy asks.