Chapter Two
It was nearly a week before Aimee returned to Angelica’s room for more wine and conversation—and not until she was sure that Jonas would not be there that night. Even though her heart beat a little faster and her crotch warmed like crazy when she was near him, she hated what she felt, and what it might mean. Besides, she reasoned, he was Angelica’s boyfriend; she had no business thinking s****l thoughts about a man who didn’t belong to her. And, she needed Angelica’s explanation for what happened on the balcony—over the banister—and then in the room as her friend groveled submissively before her impulsive boyfriend.
On an evening some days after the incident, just as the girls were getting ready to leave work, Angelica offered Aimee the invitation she was waiting for, “You wi
