Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives - Virginia by Rhian Cahill

Episode 1—Virginia
    Virginia tossed her Prada tote on the bed and strode into the walk-in. She went straight for the back wall where she kept the clothes she’d never dare be seen wearing anywhere but at Boyd’s. It might not be her usual night to visit but she needed it. Needed the anonymity Boyd’s gave her more than she needed her next breath.
    Yanking out a pair of jeans and a blue jumper with a low V-neck, she headed for the set of drawers that held her lingerie. Tonight called for sexy—skimpy—something to titillate her chosen one with before she took him for a ride. She smiled. Just the thought of hot sweaty sex brought relief from the strain that had wound her insides tight over the last few hours.
    She loved the girls. Loved the time they spent chatting, or catting, depending on who sat next to whom, and she totally loved the girl-only time. Except sitting next to Camilla and her sickly sweet newlywed happiness had dug a claw into Virginia that had ripped her wide open tonight.
    It had nothing to do with the fact today would have been her fifth wedding anniversary if Colin hadn’t walked out.
    “Damn him.” The words were uttered on a harsh breath.
    Virginia selected a red bra and matching thong, and headed for the shower. She’d showered before going to dinner but it wouldn’t do to have a man between her thighs without freshening up.
    It took only minutes to wash, the other fifteen she spent fixing her hair and touching up her make-up. Just a light swipe of waterproof mascara and a bit of lip-gloss. It wouldn’t do to have make-up smeared all over her face after she’d worked up a sweat. And she definitely planned on working one up. In fact, hot sex against a wall appealed tonight.
    Hot. Hard. Rough.
    Virginia needed to obliterate everything but pleasure from her mind, and that meant some nameless guy with a hot bod and the right moves was going to get lucky before dawn broke.
    ***
    Carter watched Ginny weave her way through the tables until she perched herself on the stool across the bar from where he stood. “Well, well, well. Back again, Ginny? And so soon, too.”
    “It’s Virginia and you know it.” She flicked a section of sleek blonde hair over her shoulder. “No one calls me Ginny.”
    He leaned over the bar. “Do you really want me to treat you like everyone else, Princess?”
    Her mouth opened, but after a few seconds of silence she snapped it shut again.
    “Didn’t think so.” Carter turned to grab a glass and filled it with her usual gin and tonic. “So what are you doing here? It’s not your regular night.”
    Rather than answer his question, she fired off one of her own. “Do you work every night?” Ginny picked up the glass he’d put in front of her.
    He couldn’t stop his body’s reaction to her lips pursing slightly against the rim as she took her first taste. He’d wanted to sample that mouth from the minute he’d served her the first G and T on that long ago night when she’d ventured into his bar. “Nowhere else to be. No one to do.” Carter winked. “Unless you’re planning to change that no one to do part.”
    Ginny smiled. “You’re not interested in what I’m offering.”
    Carter arched one eyebrow. “Oh. And what is it you’re offering?”
    “Hot, sweaty, no strings sex.”
    He laughed. A belly deep laugh that shook him from head to toe and took a moment to subside. “I hate to break it to ya, Princess, but every guy with a prick is after hot, sweaty, no strings sex.”
    One of her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose and he could all but hear the gears in her head turning as she eyed him up and down. Well, down as far as the bar would allow. “But you’re always asking questions about me.”
    “I’ll stop that right now if it gets me hot sweaty sex with you.” He held his breath. Fuck. Would she finally take him up on one of his subtle come-ons? Not that he was being all that subtle. But he was over watching her come in here, pick up some