Rosie grabbed the bottle and sashayed away, giggling as she had to steady herself on the wall, and I swallowed a groan. How had we ended up here?
And how had I never noticed before what a hot piece of ass my best friend was?
Helping her forget her asshole ex by getting drunk had seemed a good idea at the time, until she’d started to strip.
Now, well, now I was in the proverbial hell on earth.
“Men are arseholes.” Rosie reappeared with two full glasses and grinned at me.
“Been telling you that for years, babe.”
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