Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(65)

Cassie nodded approvingly, “You need help being fun. I provide it. Now shut your trap and dance!”

Chapter Eighteen

Sometime later Krista was sweaty, even more na**d because she took off her outer shirt and only had a tiny singlet on, and sitting in a booth with Cassie.

“So tell me,” Cassie was saying, blearily looking at Krista.

Sean was talking with all his actor friends and having a great time. He was leaning against the bar with that easy lounge while surveying the scene. Every ten minutes or so a woman would wander right next to him and strike up a conversation. The conversation lasted a polite couple minutes before he turned back to his friends. Throughout, he would glance to either Krista or Cassie, or like right now, since they were sitting together, both of them.

“HEY!”

Krista got shoved, cutting short her attempted wink at Sean.

“What?”

“I said did you and my brother do it last night?”

“I don’t think we are this friendly yet. You could be a spy.”

“Yeah, I could. But I don’t talk to him about sex. Gross! But I am curious. You seem really intimate with him. But he isn’t all weirded out by you. First time. How did you do it?”

Krista hesitated.

Cassie closed one eye and looked at her harder. Apparently she was trying to see just one Krista, instead of two.

“Girl talk,” she said. “It is protected under the girl code. No word shall be breathed. Or remembered, even.”

Krista gave in, “No sex. It’s a shit rule, but there you have it.”

“Ever?” Cassie was appalled.

“Don’t know. For now until he releases the ban.”

“But yet you spent the night with him.”

“Yeah, I am pretending I am a virgin.”

“I hated losing my virginity! It was some loser, too. I picked a world’s fair ass to give my sacred flower to.”

“Sacred flower? Jeez, talk about over dramatic!”

They both laughed, and suddenly they were swapping sex stories. Cassie was a lot more of a loaded gun than Krista originally thought.

“Room for one more?”

Cassie and Krista both jumped. Sean was standing at the end of the table, three beers in hand, waiting for the verdict.

“Since when do you ask?” Cassie asked, one eye still closed.

“He’s nervous that he’s suffocating me,” Krista said, sliding toward the wall.

“I’m nervous that you two will continue talking about sex, actually, and since you are both virgins, I don’t want to spend my night talking fantasy.” Sean scooted in next to Krista.

“We three virgins, huh, Sean?” Krista said with an evil smile.

Cassie started to cackle.

“Where are Kate and Jasmine?” Krista asked, looking at the dance floor.

There was a big cluster of people, all moving too fast to focus on any one of them, but Krista couldn’t see either of the girls.

“They told me to tell you that they needed a booty call and they‘d talk to you tomorrow,” Sean said, leaning back and putting an arm around Krista.

Krista eagerly leaned into his chest, “They couldn’t tell me that themselves?”

“I told them where you were, but Kate couldn’t be bothered to walk up two steps. Jasmine called her a pigmy, and they walked away arguing.”

“Figures. What about your actors?” Krista asked, resting her right hand on Sean’s inner thigh.

“They’re at the bar. Most of ‘em, anyway. I thought that since the coast was clear, I’d sit with my two favorite women.”

“Aw,” Cassie said, rolling her eyes. “I’m going to la toy-lette. See you all on the flip side.”

Sean shook his head and looked down at Krista, “Hi.”

“Hello. How is your night?”

“Really good. We had a good run with the show—last one—and I’m really glad you get along with Cassie. She seems to really like you. I couldn’t ask for more.”

“She and your girlfriends not getting along is a deal breaker, huh?”

He kissed her on the head, then the nose, then, because she gave him a look to keep going, her lips. “Not a deal breaker, no. But it would be hard. Cassie is my family. She and I talk constantly. The two most important women in my life not getting along would be tough.”

“Makes your girlfriends jealous, though, I bet.”

Sean looked at her intently for a minute before he said, “I haven’t had all that many instances to find out, but some, yes.”

“Huh. Well, she’s too pretty to be as nice as she is, so I’m glad her inner-bitch jives with my outer bitch so you don’t have to give me the chuck.”

Sean shook his head, “There was too much slang in there for my wee-sized intellect, but I’m glad you two get along.”

Krista shrugged into Sean’s smile and burrowed closer.

“What are you two talking about?” Cassie asked as she launched herself into the booth.

“You being a bitch,” Krista answered.

Sean gave Krista a squeeze as he said, “We were just talking about—“

“No, Sean,” Cassie said, holding up her hand. “You don’t have to cover for her. I’ve got her number.” Cassie looked at Krista, nearly went cross-eyed, then closed one eye to focus. “Tequila, right? The crappy stuff? That’s what you like, right?”