I sighed, blowing the bubbles out of my hand. “Jules showed me a website where you can sign up to be a unicorn. Do you know what a unicorn is?”
He nodded.
“Interesting, we’ll have to go back to that.”
He rolled his eyes. “Continue.”
“Anyway, I was an asshole and judged Jules because I was so smug in my relationship with Bradford and I felt bad for her, because she didn’t have a relationship. Ugh, I’m a dick for a friend.”
“Rachel, one topic at a time, please.”
“Sorry. Anyway, when Bradford broke up with me after I cooked his favorite dinner and told me how unexciting I was, it broke me. I tried to call Jules, and when she didn’t answer, I thought I could experiment on my own. I logged into unicornexperiment.com and found a lovely couple. We decided to meet tonight, but as I was driving to their house, I chickened out. They caught me running away.”
“How did they catch you?”
I didn’t want to tell him about killing Gnomen. Poor Gnomen.
“They came out of their house, but they said they also didn’t want to go through with the threesome. I cried saying nobody wanted me, and they invited me to have dinner with them. They were really nice,” I sniffled. “I left, but still hadn’t heard from Jules and I didn’t want to be alone, so I decided to go to Louie’s bar instead, and that’s where you came in.” I rolled my wrists like I’d just finished the most entertaining story.
Chapter 15
“Are you going to try again?” he asked, after I finished my story.
“Jules and I go to Louie’s bar like twice a month,” I answered, sinking farther down into the tub.
He chuckled low in his throat, and I hated how soothing the sound was deep in my broken soul. “Having a threesome. Are you going to attempt to have another threesome?”
“Oh, oops, I totally missed that question. No. Like I said, I regretted getting on that website as soon as I did it. Revenge excitement is not for me.”
“What type of excitement is for you, then?”
Why is his voice so gravelly? And what is wrong with me that I like it? Fuck, I’ve just been dumped by my fiancé.
“I have no idea. I can’t think of anything. Do you have any ideas in your gorgeous head?”
Okay, why the fuck does my voice sound like that? All whispery and desperate for his attention.
“I …” He cleared his throat. “I’m sure we can think of something.” His dark eyes dragged down my face and glared at the bubbles covering my naked body as if they had done him wrong in more than one of his lives.
“You’re the one who put the bubbles in the tub. Why are you so mad at them?”
He didn’t remove his gaze from the offending bubbles, like his glare would make them run and hide.
I blame the alcohol for urging them to do just that.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” he muttered, still not glancing up. “You’re better than that.”
A zing skittered down my spine and tickled my stomach at his words.
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
I’m a coward. He opened the conversation and I closed the door firmly.
“Once again, stop asking stupid questions.”
“You’re infuriating.”
“Fine, let’s see. You’re not attempting to give me a concussion, you appear to have had one hell of a day, and you’re naked.” He gestured with his hand as if I wasn’t aware of my naked body. “You’re also getting pruney.”