Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

appointments for mani-pedis next Friday, right?”
I look to Amy before she has a chance to ask about why I’m late and why
I walked in with Olivia Jaeger.
“Yeah, I took care of it,” she replies. “Then we’ll be at your place for hair
and makeup. I’m going to have my dress delivered the night before and
steamed again.”
“Good idea.” I look to Krisjen, seeing Liv out of the corner of my eye
start on the shoulder press. “And your parents got the limo, right?”
Krisjen’s mouth opens and closes, and it takes a moment, but she finally
nods. “Yes.” Like she’s not sure.
“It should’ve been done months ago,” I point out. “You’re scaring me.”
We’re all handling our share to do this together. I’ve got hair and
makeup. Amy is paying for mani-pedis. Krisjen has transportation.
The boys will pay for prom, but the debutante’s families handle the ball.
“It’ll be there,” Krisjen assures. “I said I got it. Don’t worry.”
Now I’m worried.
Amy takes something out of her pocket and reaches over Krisjen, setting
it on the dash of my treadmill.
“What’s this?” I ask. But my heart thumps in my throat, and I know what
it is. I quickly pick it up and hide it in my hand, checking for the coach. The
square foil packet crinkles in my fist.
“You won’t buy them yourself, and you can’t rely on the guy,” Amy says
quietly. “You’re welcome.”
Krisjen laughs and pulls another one out of Amy’s pocket.
“You are not sleeping with that dickhead again,” I whisper, scolding her.
“You’re right,” she teases. “I’m not.”
“Then who do you need one for?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Yeah, right. Please don’t let it be Trace Jaeger. They looked pretty hot
and heavy at the lighthouse, and the last thing I need is to run into her as I
come out of Liv’s bedroom one morning.
But before I can worry about Krisjen, Amy starts instructing me. “You
should just get it over with, Clay,” she tells me. “The first time will suck, but
it gets better, and then it gets really good.” She checks for anyone listening.
“The secret is priming yourself. Blow him while you finger yourself, and by
the time he’s hard, you’ll be wet…”
Ew, what?