CHAPTER 13: SANDRA

“See this?” I waggled my little finger around the room. “He's wrapped right round it.”

“I don't doubt it,” Maggie smirked. “I saw him go mental on Carl, remember?”

Kayle leaned back on her bed, crossing her arms behind her head and sighing happily. “This shit is entertaining. And so fuckin' satisfying.”

“Satisfying?” Leila looked at her.

“Yeah. Jack Cole, Mr. Playboy himself is wrapped around little old Sandra's baby finger. He's like a fly in a spider's web.”

“Except I'm not gonna eat him for dinner,” I reminded her. “I'm no cannibal.”

“Well.” She rolled over slightly and waggled her eyebrows. “You could always-”

“Stop,” Maggie ordered. She held her hand up. “No further, Kayle. That is quite enough.”

“Filthy mind.” Leila giggled. I grinned, and Maggie pulled out the OPTP plan.

“So, we're a day ahead of schedule.” She ran a finger down it. “Good going, Sands. What's happening today? Are you seeing each other?”

“Uh, I'm not sure.” I smiled sheepishly. “But I finally gave him my number.