Chloe had returned with
her demure clothes and straight hair, the brush of freckles no longer
covered up by makeup. If only she could wipe away her indiscretion in
the hotel bathroom as easily. Well, she conceded, maybe not wipe away
everything. Her body still tingled when she remembered the way the
stranger had touched her. His hands on her body. But she remembered as
well the sheer embarrassed horror she had felt when the hotel's
maintenance man and several women crowded through the door. Women
definitely didn't like being kept from the ladies' room.
She shook her head.
The waitress took Chloe's plastic menu, secured it in the crook of her
arm, then smiled, pad in one hand, her miniature pencil posed to print
the next order.
Julia ordered toast and coffee, her gold charm bracelet jangling
against the Formica tabletop, her nearly waist-length black hair pulled
back into a stylishly sleek ponytail.
Of the three best friends, Julia was the true beauty. Kate was cute
with her froth of curls and hazel eyes. Chloe knew that she was plain
in a respectable, squeaky-clean way.
Kate glanced at her menu. "I'll have the heart-shaped pancakes, with
strawberry syrup."
"Off the kids' menu?" the waitress asked, surprised.
Julia laughed. "No, off the sappy She's in Love menu."
"So sue me," Kate shot back with a very-much-in-love smile as the
waitress left.
Julia laughed. "No need. You're allowed to be sappy in love."
"Encouraged to be, actually," Chloe added.
Kate sighed dreamily. "But enough about me. We have an emergency to
discuss. Chloe, spill."
Chloe drew a deep breath, wondering for half a heartbeat if this was
the sort of thing she shouldn't tell anyone, including her best
friends. But then she chided herself and launched into a detailed,
monotone, reporterlike explanation and thorough analysis of how she
felt after she failed the quiz. She recounted
the feeling that she couldn't spell sex
appeal much less have any.
"You're saying," Julia asked, trying to understand, "that after you
failed the Sexy! quiz, you
decided
you were going to be sexy?"
Chloe hung her head. "Yes."
"And that's the emergency?"
"Yes. No. Well, not exactly."
"This should be good."
Chloe hesitated. Could she really say the words out loud? "It's not
good. It's horrible. It's ... I ... I nearlyhad-sexwithastranger."
Kate blinked, her coffee cup clattering in the saucer when she nearly
dropped it.
Julia's mouth dropped open. "Did you say what I think you said?"
Chloe leaned forward, wrinkled her nose, and made a drawn out,
melodramatic sound of dismay. "Yes," she moaned.
"When?" Kate demanded.
"Last night."
"Last night? Where?" Julia was confused. "I thought you were going to
the Hilton for the Heart Association reception."
"I was."
"Was? So you didn't go?"
"Not exactly." She winced. "But I got close."
Julia sat back. "Good Lord, what are you talking about?"
Pressing her eyes closed, Chloe gathered her thoughts, then plunged
ahead with her story. She told her friends about the unfamiliar need to
be sexy. Explained about getting dressed, driving to the hotel, sitting
in the car. She mentioned the wind, running into the man, falling. Then
she added the last part about
how she ended up in the hotel bathroom. On a sink. With a stranger.
Julia went very still. "In a bathroom? Was it the same bathroom they
found some man in?"
"That would be my guess."
"Chloe!" Julia and Kate chimed together, leaning close with wildly
wicked gleams in their eyes.
"You were the woman in the bathroom with some man?" Kate gasped.
"It's a pretty nice bathroom," Chloe said with an apologetic shrug.
"Can you believe it?" Julia stated, impressed. "Our little Chloe has
done something that has all the
tongues in town wagging."
"Thank God they don't know it's her," Kate added.
"Always Miss Practicality," Julia announced.
"Someone has to be. And you know why this happened, don't you? She
finally rebelled."
Julia and Kate exchanged a glance, then said in unison, "