Nope, not plotting to hurt you, just eye fucking you. Lydia headed to the kitchen, leaving him with Dillon, much to her relief. She leaned against the counter, her drink in her hand. Ughhh, so awkward. ...You're being so silly, Lydia, she thought after a moment. He won't remember any of this in the morning. She managed to trudge back to the jacuzzi, sliding back down into it, the hot water sliding over her skin. "So. Adrian," Lydia tipped her head back. "Whose breast size do you like more, mine or Dillon's?" With the tentative promise of anonymity, she decided to have a little fun with Adrian. Plus, she was genuinely curious. Hell, why not. "I mean, I'm a pretty good sized handful..."