Twin Cities by Louisa Bacio Page B

her glass.
    The three came together, clinking, and he took a long sip.
The bubbles hit his nose, making him choke on the sweetness. Ugh, give him a
beer any day. He bought this stuff for them.
    Sherrie patted on his back and he raised a hand. “I’m okay.
Just went down the wrong pipe, that’s all.”
    As Desiree leaned back, her denim skirt hiked up, showing a
fair amount of silky, smooth and tanned thigh. He resisted running his hand up
it. He shouldn’t push things too fast.
    “So what are you two doing in Kansas City?”
    “Do you remember Genevieve? She’s having twins,” Sherrie
explained. “The baby shower is this weekend, and we decided to come out a few
days early and catch up.”
    “You’re not staying with her?” he asked.
    “No way. She already has a three-year-old.” Desiree’s nose
wrinkled up. “He’s cute and all but way too much work for me.”
    From her comment, he figured she didn’t have any children of
her own yet, which added one major plus. He wouldn’t have to worry about one of
them looking for a substitute daddy.
    Talk turned to what they’d been doing over the past few
years, which mutual friends from college they’d seen and what they planned over
the next few days.
    “Where are you living now?” he asked.
    Desiree pressed her leg against him, sending a searing heat
through his pants. “Sherrie’s outside of Dallas, and I’m in St. Louis,” she
explained. “Did you ever break out of California?”
    “No way,” he replied. “Born and raised, and I’ll be buried
in SoCal. I can’t imagine you two moving out of state. What’s up with that?”
    Sherrie shrugged. “I work as a flight attendant. Dallas is
one of the main hubs, and we’re required to live there for a few years. It’s
not bad since I pretty much get to fly wherever I want.”
    At “flight attendant”, Nate’s thoughts drifted to joining
the Mile High Club. He wouldn’t mind having her service him.
    “And I was from St. Louis. I only went to California for
college,” Desiree said. “I can’t believe you don’t remember that.” She socked
him lightly in the arm.
    He didn’t remember ever doing much talking with her. The
subject hadn’t come up when she was on her knees and he was stuffing her mouth.
Nate shifted his cock to the side and slipped a pillow over his lap, willing
everything to calm down.
    Before long, the first glass of champagne was gone and he
got up to pour them a second one. After handing over the drinks, he took the
lids off a few of the appetizers.
    Seductively, Desiree held up a shrimp, curling her tongue
around its body, and licked off the dipping sauce. She held Nate’s gaze, biting
off the main body, and moaned with her eyes shut.
    No one would believe me , he thought, these two
gorgeous women in my hotel room and no proof.
    A phone trilled, breaking his fantasies, and Sherrie
scrambled to get her cell. She looked at the caller ID. “Sorry, I need to get
this.” As she walked into the back room, she said, “Hey, what’s the emergency?”
    “She’s got an insane boss,” Desiree explained. “He hates it
when she takes time off. I never see her relax. She’s always so wound up.”
    “I understand that,” Nate said, watching the other woman
pace. “But vacation is vacation.”
    Within a few minutes, Sherrie returned, looking sorry. “I’ve
got to go down to the business center and log into our scheduling system.”
    “Do you want to use my laptop?” Nate asked. “It’ll only take
a minute to set up.”
    She bit her lower lip before replying. “No, that’s all
right. I think you two might be a bit distracting, and I’ll get it done faster
down there. Don’t do too much without me.”
    “No promises there,” Desiree said. “It can’t wait until
tomorrow?”
    “Unfortunately not. I’m up for a promotion. A few people
called in sick—a flu hit an entire team—and I need to oversee the fill-ins.”
    Nate fished an extra keycard out and handed it to