“Best divorce party ever,” Brianna mumbled, stirring first. She was curled on the chaise lounge in one of Layla’s oversized T-shirts, hair a wild halo, eyes still half-lidded with sleep and satisfaction. A slow, lazy grin spread across her face. “Wish you’d divorced that cheating asshole years ago, Lay. We should’ve bought Big Daddy sooner.”The room smelled like sex, sweat, and the faint ozone tang of the robot’s cooling fans.Layla, already halfway into a charcoal pencil skirt, snorted from the walk-in closet.“Tell me about it. Toni and Mark stumbled out at three a.m., giggling like teenagers. Pretty sure they’re still going at it in the Uber.”Brianna rolled onto her stomach, cheek smushed into folded arms.“I’m crashing here again tonight, right? I’m not done with your toy yet.”Layla zipped the skirt, stepped into black patent heels.“Door’s open, bed’s yours. Just don’t break him. Warranty’s only ninety days on the tongue motor.”Big Daddy Burrito stood in the doorway, crisp wh
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