Beck And Call (33 page)

“Oohhh!” Cara protested. “Five more minutes,

please?” she pleaded, and gulped down another drink.

Lexi succumbed. “Okay, five minutes, but no more.”

It was almost three o’clock in the morning, and she’d

had enough. All she wanted was Enzo.

“I know what we can do. Truth or dare. One

question each. Then we’ll leave. Deal?” Cara asked,

earning rapturous enthusiasm from the other two. But

she didn’t look at them. She stared straight at Lexi.

A feeling of foreboding crept up her spine.

“Umm, I don’t think—”

“Exactly, don’t think. Just play. Okay?” Cara dared.

Before she could respond, Fiona piped up, “Okay,

I’ll go first. Someone ask me.”

“Right,” Sally jumped in. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare,
always
,” Fiona replied.

“I dare you to flash your tits at that bald guy sitting

at the bar.”

“Done!” Giggling, she rose on unsteady feet,

sashayed to the man in question, leaned down, and

whispered in his ear. He shot up from his seat, eyes

wide, and nodded eagerly. Fiona yanked up her top,

giving him, and everyone else in the vicinity, an eyeful

of her bountiful, braless bosom. Throaty wolf whistles

and pleas for an
encore
followed her back to the table.

“That was exhilarating. I
love
English guys! Can I

do it again?” she begged, licking her full lips.

Cara shook her head. “No, you shameless slut.

You’re in town for my wedding, not to get your rocks off.

You’re only limited to one flash,” she grinned. “Now, my

turn.
I
, too, will take a dare, if you please.”

Whoops erupted round the table and Lexi cringed

at the brazen look in Cara’s eyes.

“Okaaay,” Sally looked around. “I dare you to do

whatever it takes to get a hundred quid from that guy

over there with the blonde.”

“Sally!”

“Oh relax, Lexi, it’s just a game,” Sally

remonstrated.

“Yeah, stop getting your thong in a twist, girlfriend,

and watch a professional at work,” Cara chided.

Pulling out her compact mirror from her purse,

Cara checked her appearance, and tweaked a few hairs.

She pushed back her shoulders to display even more of

her D-cups, stood up and with casual ease strode toward

the blonde entwined around her target.

She tapped the girl on the shoulder. When she had

her attention, she leaned up to the taller woman and

whispered in her ear. The girl jerked back, surprise in

her eyes as her mouth dropped open. She leaned over

and spoke to her boyfriend. A broad smile broke over

his face and he whispered back. The blonde’s wary stare

at her boyfriend gradually turned sensuous and, with a

slow sexy smile, she handed her glass to him, turned to

Cara and nodded.

Cara stepped closer, ran one hand up the blonde’s

arm until she cupped her shoulder. She squeezed

gently, then continued the trail up to slide around her

nape. Gliding her other hand around her waist, she

pulled the blonde closer and covered her mouth in a

sensual kiss.

For several seconds, the kiss went on and, even

though the others couldn’t see her, Lexi tried not to

cringe at such a public display. As much as she hated

the prude label and wanted rid of it, she knew she would

never have enough confidence to discard her

inhibitions long enough to participate in such as

voyeuristic act.

While the other girls giggled uncontrollably at the

outrageous floorshow, she fixed a smile on her face and

cringed inwardly.

When the two finally parted, she breathed a sigh of

guilty relief. Cara sauntered back to the table,

triumphantly holding up the money the boyfriend had

coughed up.

She slapped it on the table and turned to Lexi.

“Your turn.”

“No, I’ll go last. Sally, truth or dare,” she asked, and

prayed her friend wouldn’t go for the latter. She

couldn’t stand another floorshow like the last one, and

she’d had enough of being called a prude for one night.

“Truth.”

Relief eased through her.

“Okay. Something I’ve always wondered,” Cara

broke in, her feverish gaze raking Lexi’s face before

returning to Sally. “Have you and Lexi ever slept

together?”

Sally splattered her drink all over the table,

surprise plastered on her model-thin face. “
Are you

kidding?
I always have and always will prefer my bed

partners with a whole lot of meat between their legs. So

does Lexi, I believe.” She winked at Lexi and took

another sip of her drink.

“And last but not least, Lexi. Truth or dare?” Fiona

asked.

She bit her lip, knowing she was caught between

the proverbial rock and a hard place. There was no way

she’d take a dare after seeing what the other two had

entailed; but the avid faces of the other three girls told

her whatever truth she’d be asked to reveal would be

very personal and very sexual. She’d look like a spoilt

sport if she chickened out. “Truth,” she all but

whispered.

Cara pounced before anyone else could. “Have you

ever fantasized about being fucked in a very public

place, maybe with other people watching?” She grinned

at the gasps around the table. “I just, you

know...wondered, you being such a prude and all.”

Lexi froze. Somehow, Cara had tapped into her

deepest, wildest fantasy. Had she blurted it out during

her birthday party, the one occasion when she’d drank

way more than was good for her?

After years of being called a prude, she’d often

wondered if she was perhaps too conservative when it

came to sex. With Enzo, she’d begun to think she

wasn’t, but for years she’d imagined breaking out of her

shell sexually. And the one recurring fantasy she’d had

was of being fucked in a public place, where all the guys

who’d mocked her inhibitions could see her and regret

their name-calling. But how on earth had Cara known?

“Come on, Lexi, we’re waiting. Truth, truth, truth,

truth,” they chanted.

She bit her lip. “Okay, okay. Yes, I’ve...thought

about it.

“And?” Cara pressed, as she took another healthy

slug of her drink.

Lexi shrugged self-consciously. “And nothing. I’ve

only thought about it.”

“W-would you like to?” Cara slurred.

“Stop it, Cara, now you’ve got her all hot and

bothered. Here, Lexi, have a drink, calm your nerves.”

Sally shoved a cocktail glass in her hand.

“No, I’m driving, remember?”

“Fuck it, one little drink won’t hurt. Besides I’d

rather have you driving with calm nerves than all

twisted up the way you are now,” she teased.

“Fine.” She grabbed the glass and downed the

mouthful. The unexpected heat of the vodka worked its

way down her throat. Grimacing at the tartness of the

cranberry juice, she set the glass down and looked up to

find Cara’s gaze on her.

“So-o you gonna anssswer my question?”

Not in this lifetime. “No more questions. I’ve played

the game, fair and square. Now, I think it’s time to go.”

Hurriedly she stood, gathered the purses and

handbags, and busied herself with making sure the tab

was settled. All the while, she felt Cara’s drunken gaze

on her. Without looking her way again, she led the

other two girls out into the late night air. She paused,

inhaled a welcome breath of fresh air, only to have it

whoosh out of her when slim arms closed around her.

“I l-l-ove you, Lexiiii. You’re my best friend, e-ever!”

Cara exclaimed.

“Hey, I thought
I
was your best friend ever?” Fiona

whined from behind them.

Cara tried to focus on the voice behind her, failed,

and swayed on her feet. “Sure y’aarr, Fi,” she shouted,

then turned to Lexi, “But I’m reeeeally glad you’re

going ta be my sisthher, well, sort-a.”

Regardless of the hopelessly slurred and contrary

words, Lexi experienced a rush of warmth and relief at

hearing them. She clung to the hope that Cara’s

negative attitude had just been the unfounded fears of

an insecure sister, rather than a future sister-in-law

who hated her guts.

She mentally crossed her fingers. Everything would

be fine. She’d probably imagined Cara’s disapproval.

After all, why else would she offer herself as bridesmaid

if she didn’t like the idea of her marrying Enzo?

“Love you too, Cara. Now, are you okay to walk, or

do you want to sit over there while I fetch the car?” She

indicated the bench nearby. Secretly, she hoped they

could make it to the car under their own steam. Enzo

waited for her. In half an hour, she would be in his arms

again. If she hurried.

“I’m fine, fine, fine,” Cara sing-songed, then broke

into,
“I’m getting married in the morning, tra-la-la-la-

la-la-la-la-la...”

Relieved, Lexi chuckled as she hooked an arm

around her and steered her away from the curb. “You’re

not getting married for another eight days, love, and

the car’s this way. Girls, are you all right back there?”

she threw over her shoulder at the other two, who

propped each other up behind her.

“We’re fine, mistress. Lead the way,” they chorused.

She smiled. “Okay, Come on, then.”

Fishing the keys out of her bag, she quickened her

steps and rounded the corner.

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