NOBODY DOES IT BETTER by Julie Kenner

Author:Julie Kenner [Kenner, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-11-07T21:07:47+00:00

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Chapter 7

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"Half-naked in a bathtub? And you left? Are you ill?"

Rachel extended a hand to feel Paris's forehead.

"Will you stop?" Paris swatted Rachel's hand away, glancing around the busy LaGuardia airport gift shop.

A well-tanned older couple wearing matching Bermuda shorts and clashing Hawaiian print shirts glanced her way. Paris smiled politely, hoping they were staring because they were nosy, and not because they'd overheard Rachel's comments.

Then again, maybe they were looking at the dark circles she was sure lined the undersides of her eyes. She hadn't slept at all last night, too distracted by the man in the next room. But now victory was hers, and Rachel wasn't going to spoil it. Especially considering how hard-fought the battle had been. "I told you I wasn't going to sleep with him. And I meant it."

"Well, goodie for you. You win the jackpot. Biff the Wonder Accountant, a thrill-a-minute life playing hostess at Daddy's and hubby's parades of political functions, a nanny and a prescription for Prozac. How excited you must be."

"Rachel." Paris shot her a warning look.

Rachel threw her hands up in surrender. "Hey, not that there's anything wrong with that. If that's what you want." Rachel slapped a magazine and a packet of gum down on the counter. "But I think you're just avoiding the truth."

Paris rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't have even told you if I'd known you'd go psychoanalyst on me. In fact, I wouldn't have had you drive us. Devin and I would have just taken a taxi."

Rachel shrugged and paid the clerk, a dark-haired girl who looked about sixteen. "It's not too late to stock up on those condoms. You still might need them."

The clerk giggled. Paris aimed a dirty look at Rachel, then added a candy bar to her own stack of paperback novels. "What magazine did Devin say to get him?"

"Um," Rachel scanned the magazine rack and pointed to a dense weekly finance and investment report. "Guess our little scrapper's into light reading, huh?" She nudged Paris. "Maybe you can mold him into your accountant."

Paris gave her a level stare. "Just pass me the magazine."

She paid the girl, who Paris was sure was holding back a smirk. On the way to the gate, Rachel coughed once. Then again. Paris looked at her.

"Nothing," Rachel said, all innocence.

"I'm not sleeping with him," she said, her gaze automatically drifting toward the bank of pay phones halfway down the concourse where Devin stood, the receiver pressed to his ear.

"Right I know. You've made that perfectly clear."

Paris stopped dead, almost tripping a woman struggling with a massive suitcase. "Why are you making it your personal project to attach me to this guy? You're practically begging me to sleep with him. And despite all your talk, that's not your normal routine. So why are you pushing it on me? Do you win a prize or something if you manage to compromise my virtue?"

"Not me. You win the prize. A lifetime membership in the Club of Lost Virtue.

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