The Predicament (The Proposition #3.5) Read Online Free PDF Page B

After marrying the handsome and dashing Alpesh “Pesh” Nadeen two months ago, Megan exuded the perfect picture of a happy newlywed.
    “Damn, Miss Newlywed and Oversexed, I’m practically getting a contact orgasm from sitting across from you,” Casey joked.
    While Emma’s eyes widened at the comment, Megan only grinned. “I have to say I’m a very satisfied woman.”
    “Yeah and I hate you,” Casey replied sullenly.
    Megan’s brows shot up in surprise at the change in Casey’s tone. “What?”
    Attempting to diffuse the situation, Emma slid an iced mocha across the table to Megan. “I went ahead and got yours.”
    “Thanks,” Megan replied, before sucking a large gulp out of the straw. After she swallowed, her gaze flicked between Casey and Emma. “Okay, seriously, what’s up?”
    “Emma didn’t tell you already?” Casey questioned.
    Megan shook her head. “Nope. Just that we needed an emergency girls’ summit.”
    Casey rolled her eyes. “Really it’s nothing.”
    “Case,” Emma implored.
    Refusing to look at Emma, Casey said to Megan, “Em’s just overreacting. You know, I never got to hear all the details on the Paris honeymoon.”
    Emma wagged one of her fingers in Casey’s face. “Oh no. Don’t even try to change the subject,” she warned.
    “Em, I—”
    “Did you or did you not show up to my house at nine o’clock last night wearing your bathrobe where you proceeded to cry on my husband’s shoulder?” Emma demanded, tapping her shoe.
    “Yes,” Casey grumbled.
    A triumphant look flashed in Emma’s green eyes. “I rest my case.”
    After glancing curiously between the two, Megan asked, “Once again I’ll ask, what’s up?”
    When Emma opened her mouth, Casey shook head. “It’s my story. I’ll tell it.”
    “By all means.”
    Casey had hoped after talking to Aidan it would get easier telling what had happened. But she soon found that wasn’t the case. In the light of a new day, her whacked out reaction seemed even more insane, not to mention it was still mortifying that she had actually fallen asleep during a blowjob.
    Once she finished with every mortifying detail, she gaged Megan’s face for a response. With blonde brows furrowed in confusion, her mouth hung slightly open. “Wow,” Megan murmured.
    Casey snorted. “That seems to be the unified consensus.”
    Emma shook her head. “That’s not what I said when Aidan told me.”
    Crossing her arms over her chest, Casey countered, “Oh really. Just what did you say?”
    “If you must know, I said, ‘Poor Casey’ because I knew how devastating it had to be for you.”
    “Seriously? You weren’t the least bit confused about how I managed to do it? Like was Nate’s dick harmed if I was blowing him?”
    “No because Aidan was pretty thorough when he told the story, especially when it came to the fact that Nate was…you know, all right down there.”
    Rolling her eyes, Casey muttered, “Fucking Penis Brotherhood.”
    “What?” Emma asked.
    “Nothing.”
    Megan leaned forward on the couch. “Look, at the end of the day, shit happens. What happened to you could have happened to any one of us--” When Casey started to protest, Megan shook her head. “There isn’t a woman out there, who if she’s honest, hasn’t had something mortifying happen in the bedroom.”
    “Oh really?”
    “Yes. Really.”
    Casey’s brows rose in challenge. “What’s yours?”
    Paling slightly, Megan shifted on the cushions. “Well…there was this one time I farted in a guy’s face when he was going down on me.”
    “No you didn’t!” Emma questioned in horror as Casey snickered.
    Megan nodded. “I was a freshman at UGA. I was up on a kitchen counter at this guy’s apartment I’d been crushing on. He was on knees below me. In my defense, he had a death grip on my sides and was squeezing the hell out of my stomach.” Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “Needless to say we never had sex, and he never called me after