The Girl's A Straight-Up Hustler (Jardougall)

15- Jenna's Lunch Break

"Holy shit, people still do the 'friends with benefits' thing?" Ashley practically yelled.

"Um, yeah," I said with a chuckle. "It's like Google plus: no matter how hard you try to ignore the fact that it exists, it's still there."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Same."

"Shut up."

"So, tell me more about her. Come on. I know you have a lot to tell. What's her personality like? Is she a good kisser? What's she like in bed? What kind of car does she drive?"

I smiled a little as we walked down another aisle, Ashley sticking price tags on more shoes when I stacked the boxes. "Where do I start?" I asked dreamily.

"Start off about the car," she said. I rolled my eyes at her with a laugh. "What? I like cars."

"She drives a Jaguar. Black. With leather seats. You sink right into them."

"Perfect seats for having sex."

"Ash!"

"Hey, it's true and you know it. Now what's she like in bed?"

My face reddened. How could I explain what Jenna was like in bed without going into depth about our relationship? "Amazing. No, that's an understatement... It's nothing I've ever experienced before."

"Is it, like, nice and meaningful? Or is it rough and dirty? You know I like me some rough and dirty stories."

I bit my lip and set another box down. "She's so rough and dirty in bed, Ash. You wouldn't believe it. She knows how to be rough enough to make you sore, but good enough to make you want more. She's a sex goddess. God, the way she holds me... The way she touches me... It's all so perfect and magical."

She smirked. We were moving back up to the front desk now. "What's kissing her like?"

I smiled. That was nearly impossible to explain. "Like a million butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Like we're the only people in the world. Like I'm the only one she wants. I know it sounds cliché but that's what it feels like."

Ashley smiled at me and was about to say something else when the door opened. She grinned in that direction and I turned around to see the guy that had walked in. You're friends, Tay. You're friends.

"Tay!" he said excitedly. I forced a smile as he pulled me into a giant hug. "It's been a while."

"Yeah," I said, forcing a chuckle. "Too long."

He smiled and pulled away to wrap his arm around my shoulders. "How've you been, kid? It's been so long."

"I'm older than you," I mumbled.

He just chuckled and ignored me, instead turning his attention to Ashley to give her that giant smile. What a giant ray of fucking sunshine he is, right?

"Tay, I don't think you've ever introduced me to your friend," she said, biting her lip slightly.

I wanted to grumble. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear my hair out and bash my head against the counter until I bled to death. I wanted to make him clean that up and try to explain to the police what happened. Instead, I smiled.

"This is my ex-boyfriend and really good friend Alex Babinski," I said.

Fake smile, fake happiness. Alex's fake smile, fake happiness. Fake ray of sunshine. All he did was make feel exactly what he is: shit. He was a liar, a fake. An asshole. Everyone thinks he's so great and perfect while he stands there with that misleading kindness.

"Alex, this is my friend Ashley," I continued. They shook hands and smiled at each other for a moment. I wanted to vomit. I felt dizzy.

"Pleasure," he said.