Nightie Night: The Lingerie Series (Stir Sticks & Stilettos) by Yvette Hines Read Free Book Online

over my shoulder at her,
still standing in the open door, I said, “I’m fine. I just—”
    She took one look at me and shut the
door. “Oh, my good, Kalan, what happened to you?”
    It was true, I looked as bad as I
felt. “Nothing happened.”
    I’d never lied to my friend before.
There was a first time for everything just like finding yourself fucked into
oblivion on the couch at your job by a married man.
    “Come on, Kay. I can’t believe that
for a minute. Were you mugged? Do we need to call the cops?” Concern laced her
voice and her dark brown eyes were filled with worry.
    “I wasn’t mugged.” Shaking my head,
I opened my case and pulled out sweats, a big t-shirt, a pair of underwear and
a sports bra.
    “Something had to happen. You’re all
wrinkled, the split of your skirt is ripped halfway up the seam, you hair is a
wreck, your mouth is swollen and your eyes are all red and puf— Oh, my
gracious, you had sex.”
    Whipping around, I faced her, waving
my arms in the air. “Shhh. Before someone hears you.”
    Tilting her head to the side again,
Oriana assessed me with those wise brown eyes. “Wait, you couldn’t have had
sex.”
    Now I was a little offended. I
folded my arms under my breasts. “Why not?”
    “First off, you’re not dating
anyone. Second, because you look like you’re either going to burst out crying
at any moment or beat the shit out of something or someone.” Cocking a brow,
she asked, “Which is it?”
    Groaning, I flopped down onto the
side of the queen size bed. “All of the above.”
    Walking to the bed, Oriana shoved
the bag over and sat down on the foot of the bed. “This has got to be good.
Tell me how does a woman find a guy and end up having sex when said woman works
as hard as you have been in the past six weeks.”
    “Said woman would have sex at work,”
I confessed.
    “At work?” Oriana frowned then her
eyes stretched wide and she whispered, “Aaren Reston. How could I forget you
were assigned to work with Mr. Tall, Green-eyed and Hunky?” She wiggled her
eyebrows at me.
    “Yeah, how could you.” I fingered my
hair back behind my ear.
    “So, if you finally got to do the
lusty, sweaty tango with Aaren why do you look so depressed?” she teased,
wiggling her pinky finger. “Was he just a little below average even with all
his height?”
    Swatting her hand down, I laughed,
shaking my head. My sex was still throbbing at the remembrance of just how
above average he was. “That’s not the issue.”
    “Then what gives?”
    I don’t even know why I was trying
to fight telling Oriana. I’d never held a secret from her before. The two of us
had become fast friends our sophomore year in college and soon after, she had
become part of the Henderson family, making us practically sisters. I was glad
my assignment was over so I could help her plan her wedding in less than five
months to my cousin.
    “He’s married, Orian—” The thickness
in my throat broke off my words and released the tears I’d been holding back.
Wrestling out the next words, I said, “I feel like such a fool.”
    Scooting over, she gave me a one arm
hug. “I know when you pointed him out to me when I came to have lunch with you
there wasn’t a ring on his finger. So I know you didn’t know. How did you find
out?”
    “The worst way.” I stood up and
moved to the dresser. The woman looking back at me in the mirror wasn’t the
polished professional I had been when I left my house, or the vixen I had
seemed to be in Aaren's bathroom, but a worn out, emotionally beaten person. I
hated that look, it reminded me too much of how I looked after my ex until I
pulled myself together. I would again.
    “Please don’t say his wife walked in
on the two of you?” Oriana’s gaze met mine in the mirror.
    “Thank God no. She called just after
we’d finished. There I was basking in the afterglow of what could only be
described as the most earth rocking, soul shaking sex I’d ever had. Only