Holy shit! The soda water burned my lungs and I coughed, bent over at the waist. There was no saving this and playing it off cool. Water dribbled down onto my pristine white and insanely expensive shirt. At least I hadn’t opened one of the bottles of wine sitting on the mini-bar. Jules stared at me, frozen in her crouch with some of her clothes bunched up in her hands like a deer in the middle of the road with a Mack truck barreling toward her. I liked Jules. I’d always liked Jules. She’s funny and sometimes she lets a little bit of her potty mouth slip out between her unique personality of
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