Page 49 of Captivated

It took another few seconds, a long drink of the latte, and only then was Cella seemingly ready to digest what Liliana had said.

“Who, Joe?” her sister asked.

Liliana shrugged. “Who the hell else would I be messing with right now?”

“Well, I don’t know. You’re busy, so I only get bits and pieces lately.”

“You know I haven’t been in a relationship—sexual or otherwise—since fuck-head, Cella.”

“Yeah, but still.”

Liliana rolled her eyes. “Yes, Joe.”

Cella wet her lips, and leaned back in the café chair. “And when did that happen?”

“Three days ago. The night of my show.”

“Opening night—‘cause I came to the second one, and he wasn’t there.”

“Opening night, yeah.”

Cella nodded, and then grinned slyly. “How was it?”

Jesus.

Liliana couldn’t help herself, though. She grinned, too. “Fantastic.”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

“Not sure.”

Cella raised a brow. “That’s not a good answer. You get a great lay, and you should be ecstatic about it. Plus, I mean … look at the guy, Liliana.”

“I did—too much, probably.”

Her sister laughed.

Liliana shrugged.

What could she say?

“At least you can say his skills in bed match his looks,” Cella offered. “Just because a guy looks decent means nothing. It’s always the good-looking ones who can’t seem to find a fucking clit.”

Just the level of her sister’s voice drew the attention of people sitting nearby. Liliana would have shrunk into the chair if she could. Instead, she just settled on giving her sister a look she hoped shut her up.

Not Cella.

Never.

“What?” her sister asked.

“You’re terrible.”

“I know.”

Cella seemed all too happy about that.

“I haven’t seen him since, though,” Liliana added.