“And he’s so hot. Have you seen him?”
“No, hang on. Let me Google him.” She started digging in her bag.
Frank pulled out his phone and looked at me. “Who we Googling?” he whispered.
“Maximillian Adam,” I whispered back.
“You won’t find him online,” the other model said. “The guy’s a ghost. He doesn’t even have social media. Apparently, he lives in an off-grid house in Noordhoek. He even owns llamas or something ridiculous like that.”
“No wonder he’s so good at sex. I would be too if I didn’t have the internet.” They both laughed and that seemed to signal the end of the conversation.
Frank and I looked at each other. “Who were they talking about?”
“He’s this guy I’m working with. He owns a location agency.”
“Why don’t I know his name? I thought I knew everyone in the industry.”
“He’s been living abroad for the last twelve years or so. Came out here at the beginning of the year and started his company. He has the best locations.”
“Apparently he has the best dick in town too.”
I laughed. “Well, the best dick in town actually works in this building.” I pointed up.
“Oh my God, you won’t believe the story I just heard out back while smoking with the kitchen staff,” Charlie said, lowering herself into the chair, smelling of something vaguely watermelon-y. We all leaned in.
“Apparently, the other night, all the staff heard this hectic screaming. So the manager called the cops, because they thought someone was getting attacked, right?” She laughed. “When the police arrived, turns out it was this girl in the office above the restaurant. She was screaming her head off while having sex with the guy whose office it is.”
Frank and I both lurched forward and spoke at the same time. “Maximillian Adam?”
Charlie looked at us oddly. “Yes, how did you know?”
“Are you going to tell them, or should I?” Frank asked.
“You do it. You’re better at telling these kinds of stories than I am,” I said, and Frank launched into it.
CHAPTER 7
Ash
I got home that night and started my bedtime routine, only to find our group WhatsApp chat had gone wild. I started reading through the messages and almost choked on my toothpaste when I did. I typed back quickly.
Ash:NO! I am not having sex with this Maximillian Adam.
Yo:But maybe Maximillian Adam is finally the guy to break the curse and give you orgasms.
Charlie:Screaming-so-loudly-they-called-the-cops orgasms!
Sarah:Ten orgasms!
Yo:Lose-consciousness orgasms.
Melusi:Not to mention the squirting ones.
Ash:OMG! Stop saying orgasm.
Yo:We’re not joking.
Ash:I know you’re not! And, believe me, I’m deeply disturbed.
