CHAPTER TWENTY: Cassandra
I woke up alone in Devin’s bed just after nine, disappointed that he wasn’t there to take care of the little tingle that was happening between my legs. It was probably for the best. My entire body was sore, especially in all the right places. We had carried on like horny, drunken teenagers for hours. There wasn’t anything we didn’t do. It was as if we had years to catch up on, all in one night.
There was a scribbled note on the nightstand that said he had to leave and would find me later. I lay there for a few minutes, stretching the sleep from my limbs, thinking about him, about us. I wondered if there was an us or was it just wishful thinking on my part. Surely, Devin McMasters had no shortage of women lined up to service him. What would he want with me, a matronly divorce lawyer from San Diego? Okay, fine, I wasn’t exactly matronly, but you know what I meant.
Why would he one milk cow when he had practically every dairy in the world at his disposal?
Sure, we had a great time catching up, but that didn’t mean we had a future of any kind. I had always been a “love ‘em and leave ‘em” kind of girl. Why should Devin be any different?
Because you care, moron…
Because you’ve never forgotten him…
Because you’ve never stopped hoping that someday you would meet him again…
And now you have…
So, Cassandra Casey, what comes next?
“Beats the shit out of me,” I said as I tossed the sheet aside and strutted naked to the shower. Thinking about Devin had caused the little tingle in my cunt to build to an itch. Maybe I’d have a little morning delight with Devin’s homemade soap. Then, I’d worry about what came next.
* * *
I took a shower at Devin’s villa, made myself happy with his special soap, then went back to our suite to look for Lulu and put on fresh clothes for the day. I had stuffed the panties I’d worn the day before—which were crusty and stank to high heaven—in a trashcan outside on the patio. I hoped they wouldn’t attract a bear, but there was no way I was going to bring them back to the room for Lulu to make fun of. I did not need “Cassandra Stinky Panties” added to the list of nicknames Lulu had given me over the years, whether deserved or not.
I found Lulu in the dining room, finishing off a short stack of pancakes and sipping English tea. She gave me the curious eye as I sat down and flagged over the waiter to order scrambled eggs, bacon, a side of wheat toast, orange juice and coffee.
“What?” I asked as the waiter filled my coffee cup before walking away.
“Where were you all night?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. “I almost came looking for you in the middle of the night, but then I just went back to sleep.”
“Your concern is overwhelming,” I said, rolling my eyes. There were a dozen women scattered about the other tables. They kept glancing our way, some giving me hard stares of jealousy while others pointed and whispered. I blew out a long sigh and smiled. “Let’s just say I was being… entertained.”
Lulu gave me a sideways look and lowered her voice. “You spent the night with him?” Her mouth dropped open like a broken mailbox door. “You weren’t supposed to spend the night with him. Oh my god…”
I stirred creamer into my coffee and frowned at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Can we help you?” She shot daggers with her eyes at a table of women who were practically leaning in to eavesdrop. The women quickly got up and walked away, as if they were scurrying away from a bar fight, which was actually a pretty good analogy knowing Lulu.
“You spent the night with Devin McMasters?” she asked.
I smiled from over the coffee cup. “I thought that’s what The One did,” I said, shrugging with my eyes like it was no big deal. “Spent the night rubbing her Yoni all over the Master’s cock and balls.”
“No fucking way,” she screamed, covering her mouth with her hands. “You seriously slept with him? You spent the whole night in his bed?”
I frowned because her astonishment confused me. I set the cup on the table and leaned in to lower my voice in hopes she would lower hers. “Do you remember the story I told you about the boy from UCLA? The one with the big cock and the massage fetish?” Lulu’s eyes widened. Her head bobbed slowly. “That was Devin McMasters.”
“Holy shit,” she said again. She reached across the table to grab my hands. “You slept with Devin McMasters before he was Devin McMasters?”
“Shhh…. I did,” I said proudly, ignoring the stares of the women sitting at a table by the window. “And I slept with him afterward, too.”
“Okay,” she said, pulling her hands back so the waiter could deliver my food. “Eat your breakfast, quickly, then tell me everything.”
“Everything?” I asked, sticking out my tongue, curling it slowly across my top lip.
“Yes, you horny bitch,” she said, a devious smile on her face. “EVERYTHING!”