Chelle
Chelle“So? How was the kiss?” Shanna demands from across the bar.
I’m at the Red Room for happy hour, telling Shanna about my visit to the Kremlin. I look forward to my Wednesdays here because it’s not too crowded during happy hour, and Shanna has time to lean her elbows on the bar and chat.
Derek, her sexy oblivious boss, doesn’t come in until later.
“Hot. Super hot. It was more than a kiss.”
“Wait… you screwed him?” Shanna lowers her voice even though we probably can’t be heard by anyone over the sound of the music.
“No!” I protest way too loudly. “I just mean, it was a full-on kiss with all body parts involved.”
Shanna’s eyes narrow skeptically. “So sex.”
“No!” I laugh, getting exasperated. Seriously, she’s so into gratuitous s*x that she can’t comprehend why I don’t do t
