Everybody laughed, and Phil said, “Hey, you told me the same when we—”

Ryan jumped up as if he had been bitten by a hornet and put his hand over Phil’s mouth. “Hush!”

“Ryan’s bi,” Madison whispered in Sherry’s ear, causing an unexpectedly nice shiver to run down her back.

After Ryan sat back down, Madison pointed toward the bottle. “It’s your turn.”

She couldn’t feel excited about that but grasped the bottle, closed her eyes, and spun.

Loud cheering prompted Sherry to open her eyes.

The bottle neck had landed between herself and Madison.

This time, she wouldn’t get away with a small peck. Sherry straightened as if preparing for battle.

Madison didn’t smirk or wink but looked tense. She inhaled, then leaned closer and took Sherry’s face into her hands. It started as an incredibly gentle kiss, but as expected, Madison soon deepened the kiss while slowly entering Sherry’s mouth with her warm tongue.

Instead of focusing on the increasing heat spreading all over her body, Sherry tried to think of something else. This was a job. That’s all. She was an actress playing her part. Madison’s breasts pressed against hers, and within seconds, a ball of fire formed in Sherry’s gut and engulfed her whole body.

Madison’s tongue explored her mouth at a leisurely pace, and Sherry was shocked to realize that she had entangled Madison with both arms. God, this felt really so—

“Dear lord!” Rita Mae’s screeching voice penetrated her fog. “What’s going on here?”

Madison moved away from her so quickly that Sherry couldn’t compensate and landed on top of her. As fast as her dazed mind allowed, she scrambled up, avoiding Madison’s gaze.

“We’re playing spin the bottle,” Phil said. “And you are?”

“She’s my housekeeper.” Madison’s voice was shaking. “What’s wrong, Rita Mae?”

Her arms crossed in front of her chest, Rita Mae stared down at them even though she was standing at the other end of the room. “Jake can’t sleep.”

Sherry jumped up and stumbled on wobbly legs toward Rita Mae. “I’m coming.”

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Phil waved his hand in front of Madison’s face. “Ground control to Mad.”

“Huh?” With some effort, Madison looked away from Sherry’s retreating back. If Rita Mae had barged in here, there had to be something wrong with Jake. Maybe she should also check on him. Don’t be ridiculous. Sherry would take care of it.

“Nice ass,” Ryan said while staring at Sherry’s behind.

Madison frowned at him. Her gaze had also followed Sherry as she left the room, but she hadn’t even remotely thought about her assets. Strange.

“Mad, are you even listening to me?” Phil asked.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Really? What have I just said?”

“That we should keep playing, what else?” She took the bottle.