Rhea clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her humor. “You bad girl,” she whispered against her palm.
Ashley smiled. “No, they wouldn’t be gay, they’d be deprived. We’d be like goddesses. And each night, we’d have our pick of the litter. The best-hung males in the village. Yeah, dark skinned dudes with big—”
“Ashley!” Rhea hissed.
Her eyes widened with shock and her mouth formed into a horrified O. She couldn’t believe her lab assistant would even consider such a thing. Then again, yes she could. Ashley definitely liked men.
In the five years Rhea and she had been friends, she’d seen Ashley change beaus like one would holiday decor. Every few months, Ashley would come to work with a new hunk hanging on her arm like an expensive fur. And if there was one thing Rhea could give her friend credit for, it was her impeccable taste in the male species. Ashley only screwed the best of the best. And when she got tired of one, there was always another one waiting.
Of course it wasn’t hard to see why. Ashley was the proverbial blonde bombshell, built like a brick-shit-house. And she knew it too. With her size D breasts—thanks to modern medicine, tiny waist—thanks to having no kids, stunning green eyes, and thick, waist-length platinum curls, she was nothing short of beautiful.
Compared to her, Rhea often times felt insignificant and self-conscious. It was likely most women did. But her friend wasn’t the typical stuck-up snob who thought her shit didn’t stink. Ashley was truly a good, fun-loving person, a real hoot to be around. And Rhea wouldn’t trade their friendship for anything.
She just wished Ashley would settle down before her loose ways either caught her with a horrible disease, or landed her in the lap of Mr. Wrong. Not all men took too kindly to being dumped for the next available stud. And Rhea feared that one day her friend would meet one who wouldn’t let go.
Shaking the unpleasant thoughts out of her brain, Rhea cleared her throat and tried to look as composed as possible, all the while hiding a grin when she turned to Ashley and asked, “You mean, you haven’t already got a dark-skinned Indian prince in your collection?” in the calmest voice she could muster.
Ashley pretended to be engrossed in her fingertips, but Rhea could see the impish smile lurking at the corner of her lips. “Oh, well, I didn’t say I haven’t had my share of dark skin…” She briefly held a hand full of flawless pink fingernails out before her, then turned to Rhea and wagged her perfectly shaped brows. “It can be a nice change. There really is a difference, you know.”
