Filthy Gorgeous Lies: Book 1 Read Free Page B

something.”
    I think back through my conversation with Cole at the bar, then later in the hotel suite and shake my head. “I’m positive I never mentioned my last name.”
    When I’d gotten home, Avery was still awake, watching a Cary Grant movie on TV, and I’d immediately told her everything.
    Avery leans back on the couch and takes a bite of her cheese pizza. “Well, someone must have told him,” she says, chewing slowly. “Why don’t you just… ask him?”
    I snicker as I pick up the last piece of cold pizza. “Yeah, no. I’m not that curious.”
    Except that I actually am. I just don’t have the balls to waltz into his hotel room and start peppering him with questions.
    “So the guy gives you the best orgasm of your life and you’re just going to walk away? Wow, that’s tragic.”
    “Oh my God, Avery! He’s a complete stranger!” I toss a throw pillow at her, which she dodges with a laugh. “I don’t even know his last name.”
    She shrugs. “So. Who cares? What’s wrong with a little anonymous sex? It’d be good for you.”
    I blink at her. Is she serious?
    “Sex with a stranger would be good for me?” I repeat, disbelieving.
    “Sure, why not? Seriously, Lexi, you’re twenty–three. Live a little. It’s better than crawling back to Michael.”
    Just then, Nick emerges from his bedroom, looking scruffy, his pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips.
    “Hey, Nick,” Avery calls out to him. “What’s your opinion on anonymous sex?”
    “There’s nothing better than rough, no holds barred, stranger sex,” he says on his way to the kitchen. “Why? You two interested?”
    Avery rolls her eyes. “You’re not a stranger, Nick.”
    He peeks around the kitchen doorway and lifts a suggestive eyebrow. “I can overlook that if you can.”
    “Ugh, gross,” I say. Nick is cute, but I’ve been living with him for far too long to consider him as anything more than a friend. For one thing, I see how many women he brings home on a weekly basis. “I’m not having stranger sex and that’s the end of it.”
    Avery throws her crust down into the empty pizza box. “Did you ever call Michael back?”
    “No.” I blow out a breath. “I was too focused on getting the hell out of that hotel room. I’ll call him tomorrow. Maybe I can catch him before his flight leaves.”
    “I’d wish you luck, but I hate the bastard.” She smiles brightly. “I hope he chokes on his own vomit.”
    She’s never met Michael, but just the suggestion that he may have possibly cheated is enough to earn him her eternal contempt. She has some serious hang–ups about loyalty. But every time I ask her about it, she just shrugs and changes the subject.
    “Great,” I say, getting up. I toss her my uneaten slice of pizza. I’m not hungry. “I’ll give him your love.”
    “Please don’t,” she mutters.

    “Shit, it has to be around here somewhere…”
    The next morning, I’m just dumping out the contents of my clutch onto the bed when Avery walks into my room, sleep–drenched and irritable.
    “If you’re going to freak out, can you please be quieter about it? It’s ten in the morning and you’ve been tearing your room apart for the last fifteen minutes. People are trying to sleep.”
    I whirl around to face her, panic clawing at my throat. “Have you seen my cell phone?”
    “No,” she replies, drawing the word out in a questioning tone. “Didn’t you have it with you last night?”
    My stomach sinks. “That’s the thing, I think I left it in the hotel room last night.”
    The last time I saw it, Michael had just called, and I’d flung it on the chair so I could pull my clothes on. I remember grabbing my shoes and my clutch, but I must have left the phone.
    “With the sexy stranger?”
    “Yes!” I squeak. “What the hell am I going to do?”
    With a smile, Avery shrugs. “Well, looks like you’re going to see Mr. Sexy again after all.”
    My mind scrambles for a solution. “What if I tell my