A Little Bit Naughty by Farrah Rochon Read Free Book Online Page B

Coleman tasted.
    Another shudder shimmied down her spine.
    “Get a grip,” Jada mumbled. She swiped a couple of carrot sticks from the vegetable tray before rejoining the party. She wandered over to a glass-topped sofa table where several women were looking over the flavored oral gels, massage oils, and edible body paint. Jada explain how to use the items and deftly dodged questions about which one her man preferred. The hardest part about this job was trying to sell items to women who expected her to have full knowledge of how everything worked. It was embarrassing to admit that she didn’t have anyone to try them out with.
    She shut down the mental image of Mason before it could firmly take root. She would not go there.
    Jada clapped her hands to get the room’s attention. “Are we ready to play the ‘Can You Guess the Lube Flavor’ game?”
    The doorbell rang and Monique waved at her to continue as she stood to answer the door. But before Jada could continue with the party game there was a loud squeal at the door.
    Monique interrupted, calling, “Ladies, ladies! The newlywed is here. Jada, you should make a lot of money off of her.”
    Jada looked up to find the new Mrs. Eric Pearce walking through the front door.
    Rage, raw and primitive in its intensity, gripped her. She managed to quickly rein it in, counting it as a small victory that she didn’t immediately go all Real Housewives of Atlanta on Nikki Pearce. At least she was starting to show some growth from the woman who burned her ex-husband’s clothes on the front lawn.
    Monique and Nikki joined the rest of them in the den and Jada took a measure of satisfaction in seeing how uncomfortable her ex-husband’s new wife seemed.
    Willing her voice to remain cool, Jada said, “Hello Nikki.”
    “Uh, hi Jada,” she answered.
    “Oh, you know Nikki?” Monique asked.
     With a smile that she knew had no choice but to look fake, Jada said, “Why don’t we get this out in the open?” She gestured to the other woman. “Nikki’s new husband is my ex-husband.”
    The awkward silence that came over the room was akin to a funeral more than a fun Girl’s Night Out party.
    Jada put her hands up. “It’s not a problem for me. Is it one for you, Nikki?”
    She shook her head. “No. No it isn’t.”
    The girl could not be more than twenty-years-old. Eric really should be taken out to a field and shot like a rabid dog.
    “Okay, then. Let’s get back to the naughty stuff,” Jada said, still wearing that fake smile that was starting to make her jaws hurt. Continuing with this Naughty Nights party ranked up there with wearing underwear made out of poison ivy leaves on the list of things she most wanted to do, but Jada soldiered on.
    She deserved a Golden Globe, or better yet, to be canonized into Sainthood, for the way she was able to maintain her affable facade as she suffered through the women joking about Nikki using the different sex toys with her new husband. Jada laughed and snickered with the rest of them as she mentally counted down the minutes until she could wrap this party up.
    She was so close, so very, very close to making it through the night with her emotional well-being intact…until Nikki dropped a bomb that imploded her world.
    Holding up the Naughty Swing by its leather-covered swing chains, Jada asked who would be brave enough to buy it.
    With a cagey smile, Nikki rubbed her belly and said, “I don’t think that’s safe for a pregnant woman.”
    All of the women squealed, showering Nikki with hugs and well-wishes.
    Jada attempted to offer congratulations, but her ability to consume bad shit and grin only went so far. This was the kind of blow that took everything out of her.
    She turned to Monique. “Can you take the last few orders for me? I need to run to the restroom.”
    On shaky legs, she made her way to the hall bathroom. The minute she closed the door, silent sobs poured out of her. She covered her face with her hands and slid down