Wendy sat next to her, her fingers wrapped around a glass of merlot. “I can’t believe what an asshole he is.” Her friend had caught her as she ran from the private area straight to coat check. Instead of trying to convince Penny not to leave, Wendy had left the party with her. She truly was her best friend. “No, I’m the stupid one. I went willingly and I agreed to have sex with both of them.” Even the memory made her shiver all over. “Stop. It wasn’t like you knew who was with Andrew.” Wendy was trying to make her feel better but Penny had given her consent to Andrew and Dante. She’d wanted to experience the touch of two men and that was exactly what she’d gotten—one of the most erotic experiences of her life. Her nipples still ached from the attention Dante had given them. She was angrier with herself than the men. “It doesn’t matter. It happened. How in the hell am I supposed to go into work on Monday and face him? How will I face Kale?” How she would ever look the woman in the eye again, she didn’t know.
