Marisol tapped her chin. “Hm. That’s funny. I didn’t think you worked on Fridays.” Her face lit up in exaggerated realization and she stuck her pointer finger in the air. “Wait. That’s right. Miss I-Probably-Wouldn’t-Even-Take-The-Extra-Day-If-She-Offered-It didn’t even hesitate when her mom-crush called. Kicked me right out of her house and everything when you were supposed  to be telling me about your time with a different girl.”

Blair glared at Marisol. “She sounded so desperate. She clearly needs me. How could I say no?”

“Oh, she needs  you, huh?” Marisol wiggled her eyebrows. “What is it she needs? Your body?”

Blair groaned and threw a french fry at Marisol. Why the hell was she not getting this? “She’s the mother of the child I babysit. She doesn’t want my body.”

A mischievous smile spread across Marisol’s face as she reached onto the bar to pick up (and eat) the french fry that had just hit her. “But you want her to want your body. Because you want hers. ”

Blair was really starting to regret sharing that with Marisol. In the two weeks since she told her, Marisol had not let her live it down. “I’m over that.” She waved a hand to try to appear nonchalant, so Marisol would hopefully believe her and let it drop. “Do I need to remind you that I’ve had mind-blowing sex pretty much all of last   weekend with a woman who is definitely not  the mother of the child I babysit?”

Of course, the part that made the sex so mind-blowing was that Blair thought about Erin the whole time. Was it wrong to pretend she was touching Erin every time she touched her latest hookup? Should she not imagine every sound coming from Erin’s mouth instead? Probably not. But picturing Erin’s face as her own climax built made the orgasm like nothing she had experienced before. Wrong? Probably. Really fucking amazing? One hundred percent.

“Uh-oh. You have that faraway look in your eyes. Which girl has you lost in your daydreams?”

“The one I’m sleeping with, obviously.”

“And which one is that again?”

The sarcasm in Marisol’s voice was infuriating, so Blair threw another fry at her. “Tomorrow, I will babysit Nolan, because that’s what Erin needs from me, and then tomorrow night, I have dinner plans with the latest hookup.”

“You know the only thing I just heard in your rambling?”

Blair sighed. No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me. “What did you hear?”

“You called Hot Mom  by name, but didn’t call Latest Hookup  by her name.” She made air quotes when she said the words Latest Hookup . “I just find that funny since the hookup is clearly  the one you're more into.”

“Whatever. We’ll see who’s laughing after I have the best sex of my life tomorrow night.”

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