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I should have said nothing. Instead I said the truth.
“I’m sorry,” I told Priya. “You’re lovely. But I can’t stop looking at Rosie.”
The silence was long and terrible. Then Priya stood up, the towel clutched tight, and her face did something complicated.
“Fine,” she said. “Honestly? Fine. Take him, Rosie. I’m going to have a bath and pretend this didn’t happen.”
Rosie, to her credit, looked guilty for almost two whole seconds. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me through the connecting door into 716 and locked it behind us.
“Oh, she’ll forgive us,” she whispered. “She always does.”
Her slip came off over her head. She was all soft curves and freckled shoulders, big heavy breasts with pale pink nipples, and she pushed me back on her bed and climbed on top of me like she owned the place. She kissed me hard and loud. She took a condom from her washbag, tore it open with her teeth and rolled it down my cock, grinning.
She rode me noisily, gloriously, with no thought at all for the wall between her and Priya. She came twice, yelling. I came once, hard enough to see stars.
At breakfast Priya sat at a separate table and wouldn’t look at either of us.
On the way out she slipped a note under my coffee cup.
You picked wrong, it said.
Ending 4 of 16: The Girl Next Door. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.