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.As long as she was safe, which she was—using both the pill and condoms—and she didn’t have unreasonable expectations for what would follow—generally, absolutely nothing—then there was plenty to enjoy.Which was why it bothered her so much that Leigh and Adriana were suddenly on their high horses about the kind of wild fun they had so enthusiastically encouraged.When she’d told them about the Australian, both had laughed and applauded her adventuresome conquest.Leigh had officially declared her risk of One-Hit Wonderdom over.Adriana pressed for the usual size/position/fetish details and looked downright envious when Emmy provided them with relish.Tour de Whore was officially declared up and running.Emmy had expected the same enthusiasm, or maybe even more, about Rafi, especially when she’d answered Adriana’s call the day before, but her friend had sounded more subdued.“Hey, happy new year!” Emmy had said into her cell phone.“How is it being home?”Adriana sighed.“São Paulo’s great, and it’s nice to see everyone, but I think a full week between Christmas and New Year’s is a bit too ambitious.”“But I’m assuming your father’s happy?”“He’s in heaven.It’s the only time all year he gets all his children in one place, so what can you do? It’s a command performance, but as long as we all understand that and show up and smile, it’s not unbearable.”Emmy laughed to herself at Adriana’s idea of unbearable: tropical weather, a massive family compound staffed with more servants than the average hotel, and a full week of doing nothing but eating, drinking, and visiting old friends.She decided to change the subject entirely before she said something unkind.“So, guess what? I may have gotten to know—in the biblical sense—a very hot Israeli guy last night.And we’re spending the evening together tonight.”Adriana whistled.“Wow, querida.That was fast.Like lightning.”“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you wouldn’t leap into bed with a soldier!”“Of course I would.But wasn’t Croc Dundee just last weekend? Or am I confused? My god, Emmy, I never thought I’d have trouble keeping your men straight.”Was that annoyance Emmy was hearing in Adi’s voice? Judgment? Dare she even think it might be envy?“Rafi is cute and smart and a total sweetheart.It was so much fun.”“Let’s not forget Jewish,” Adriana said, and Emmy could almost see her wagging her forefinger.“We know what that means…husband material!”Emmy sighed dramatically.“You and Leigh were yelling and screaming just six months ago that I have to stop husband-hunting, that I absolutely must expand my sexual repertoire.Then, when I do exactly that, all you can talk about is getting married!”“All right, querida, calm down.Of course I want you to have your fun.Let’s talk about something else—like me.”Emmy laughed as she scrolled through the channels on the muted hotel television.“Fair enough.How’s Mr.Baron? Dreamy as always?”“He’s good.Back in Toronto filming.But I have news.”“Don’t tell me that—”“No, we’re not engaged.However…” She paused for effect and Emmy wanted to strangle her.“Marie Claire is going to publish my columns!”“Your columns?” Emmy knew she wasn’t exactly being supportive, but this was the first she was hearing about this.“Yes, can you believe it? I met one of the editors at some dinner Toby dragged me to in November, and I taught her the rules of man-catching—which, I might add, worked so beautifully that she’s still dating the man she met that night—and she wants to publish my advice!”Emmy could barely mask her shock.Adriana a columnist? Adriana getting paid by someone else for work completed? It was almost too much to comprehend.“Adi, congratulations! You’ll be able to impart your wisdom to a whole new generation of young women.Incredible.”“God knows they need it.American women…good lord…but I’m going to try.Listen, I have to get ready for lunch.Papa invited the entire neighborhood over for New Year’s Eve.Where are you going with the Israeli boy tonight?”“Some restaurant in Tel Aviv, and then, if I have anything to say about it, directly back to my hotel room.”Adriana sighed.“It’s like listening to a new Emmy.It warms my heart, querida, it really does.Just be careful, okay? No need to sleep with every guy you meet.”“Did you really just say that? What the hell did you mean by that? Do I even need to remind you—”Adriana interrupted her with a singsongy laugh.“Must run, querida! Have fun tonight, and happy new year! I’ll talk to you next year!”The exchange left Emmy feeling strange, a little off-kilter, the way she used to feel in junior high when she watched her friends shoplift lipstick from Kmart: not a hundred percent guilty, but nervous and slightly ashamed.Wasn’t she doing exactly as they’d ordered? She wasn’t trying to make anyone her husband—not so much as a single wedding dream in months!—and still she could sense their disapproval.It seemed so unfair.Even the angel Leigh had been with twelve, maybe fifteen guys before Russell, and no one thought that was particularly noteworthy.And Adriana! Good lord.The girl had slept with men (plural) she’d met in cabs on the way home from parties at the end of the night, having never laid eyes on them before, and she had the nerve to act shocked when Emmy met a nice boy through a work-related function and made a sober, mature decision to have a fling.Pardon me, Adi, she thought to herself with a roll of the eyes, an affair.Having sex with three perfectly polite and handsome men did not a femme fatale make.Vowing not to let the memory of her friend’s newfound prudishness bother her, Emmy pushed aside her plate and snuggled into Rafi’s muscular embrace.“Do you want to see a movie tonight?” she crooned, covering his forearm with little kisses.“Or maybe just order something on Pay-Per-View?”Rafi stroked her hair and leaned down to kiss her forehead.“I’d love to, sweetheart, but I’ve got to get back home.” He glanced at the clock on the nightstand.“Actually, I’d better get moving now.”“Now?” Emmy shot up, almost knocking his jaw with her shoulder.Weren’t they going to spend the whole afternoon in bed, making love and taking baths and drinking yogurt smoothies? She figured they’d enjoy that at least until nightfall, at which point they could pull on whatever clothes were lying around and drag themselves to some hole-in-the-wall dive with great food that was known only to locals [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]