17 CAMRYN“Are you serious? Do I really have to spell this out for you, Camryn?” Anna’s eyebrows dart up.
“What?” I’m sitting in a massaging pedicure chair, wedged between my two besties and utterly confused as to what we’re talking about.
Before Olivia waddled in, I filled Anna in on what exactly hanging out with Sterling had entailed. Well, not everything. She can’t ever know that I fantasized about what might have happened if he’d invited me to share his bed. Hot shame rushes through me. So unprofessional. But she does know we kissed.
“For a girl with a business degree and a successful career, you can be really freaking stupid sometimes,” Anna says.
“What in the world is she talking about?” Olivia asks, looking perplexed.
“Not a clue.” I submerge my feet into peppermint-scented wate
