Chapter 13

“Barry,” I sighed. “I can put a cock ring on with my teeth.”

Nigel laughed. “You’ll have to show me that trick.”

“I’ll be upstairs,” I told him, then hurried out from under the mistletoe before Barry could remember it was there.

The guest bedroom looked much the same as it had the last time I stayed in it, a few weeks ago when Chad first moved out and I didn’t want to spend the night alone. The small lamp on the bedside table cast the room into shadow and threw a golden glow over the bed itself. I sat at the foot of the bed, kicked off my shoes, then stretched back on top of the covers to stare at the ceiling fan hanging motionless above me. Voices from downstairs drifted up like ghosts around me, Nigel’s distinct above the others.

Nigel. What a flirt. Sexy, but would he even remember me after tonight?