Bad Influence. Kristin Hardy

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      Book 6—BAD BEHAVIOR

       Delaney Phillips and ?

       Coming April 2007

       1

      “W HAT ’ S SO WRONG WITH missionary?” Paige Favreau looked around the restaurant table and shook her head, the smooth strands of her blond bob settling perfectly. “If you’ve got to spend ten minutes staring at a book and half an hour getting into position, it’s too complicated. The Kama Sutra ’s for people who like gimmicks.”

      Sabrina Costas’s dark eyes glimmered with fun. “Yeah, but there’s something to be said for variety with the simple stuff. Like doggy-style, say.”

      “Arf,” put in Delaney Phillips, putting up her hands like paws and panting happily.

      “No way.” Trish Dawson tucked a strand of red-brown hair behind her ear. “You do it doggy-style and you’ve got your butt sticking up in the air right in front of the guy. Not flattering.”

      “Are you kidding? It’s all just cushion for pushin’,” disagreed Cilla Danforth, resplendent in the latest Prada. “Besides, Ty worships your butt every bit as much as the rest of you, at least judging by the way he was staring at it at Sabrina’s party last week.”

      Thea Masterson glanced at her watch and grinned. “All right, I proclaim this meeting of Sex & the Supper Club officially in session.”

      “How long’d we take?” asked Trish.

      “Five minutes. Slow for us, don’t you think?”

      “That’s only because we spent the first four minutes ordering drinks,” Trish said.

      There were some conversations, Paige thought, that you could only have with girlfriends you’d known forever. The group of them had met in college while working behind the scenes on a play. Days spent slaving over sets and costumes and scripts turned into late-night pizza sessions and bonds that had survived the years.

      Paige laughed. “You know, it’s been—what?—eight years since we graduated? One of these days we could start talking about other things besides sex.”

      “Name one that’s even remotely as interesting.” Delaney looked up as the waiter appeared with a tray of drinks.

      “Oh, the state of the world? Religion? The economy? The environment?” Paige picked up her pinot grigio. “Some people would say sex should take a back seat to them, at least occasionally.”

      “Sounds like you’ve been talking with Jim the Diplomat again,” Delaney said.

      Paige looked at her as if she had a screw loose. “Trust me, I don’t chitchat about sex with my father.”

      “He probably disapproves of all of us anyway,” Sabrina said.

      “Pretty much since the sophomore-year play that had the lead actor standing buck naked in front of God and everyone, yeah,” Paige agreed cheerfully. “He wasn’t hot on the full-frontal-nudity thing.”

      “It wasn’t full-frontal nudity,” Cilla protested. “I designed those costumes out of flesh-colored mesh.”

      “I’m not sure a flesh-colored athletic sock counts as a costume,” Paige СКАЧАТЬ