“So . . . I’m sorry if this comes across as totally weird, but I kind of noticed you had a strong reaction when I saidMaximillian Adam, and I was just wondering if—”
She stepped forward and whispered, “You’ve heard the stories too?”
“Yes, I have,” I said solemnly.
“Oh my God. I would never have believed it, but this friend of mine, who has a friend, who has a sister, went on a date with him and . . .” She paused and flushed again. She was young, and you could tell not very experienced in that department.
“She said the guy literally gave her an orgasm just by looking at her.”
I burst out laughing. “That’s impossible.”
“I thought so too, but then I heard from someone else, who knows this girl who works as a vet in Noordhoek—”
“Noordhoek?” I interrupted her.
“Ja, I know, random, but whatever.”
No, it wasn’t random. This one could actually be true.
“I don’t know—he has some weird pet, like one of those things from Mexico . . . What are they called?”
“A llama?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s it, a llama. So, apparently, she went to check on it at his house—he lives in this mansion, by the way—and they landed up hooking up in his pool, and he got her into this position she didn’t even know existed, and then she had the most intense orgasm of her life and fainted afterwards.”
“Fainted in the pool?”
“I mean, she didn’t drown or anything—he was holding her up.”
“Obviously.”
“She woke up like an hour later in his bed and they had sex again, and she was screaming so loudly the entire time that the next day she actually lost her voice.”
“Seriously?”
“She had to take the day off work because she couldn’t talk.”
“Riiight,” I said, and eyed this copywriter up and down.
“What have you heard?” she asked, her eyes lighting up, and for some reason, I actually didn’t want to tell her.
“I also heard he owns llamas,” I said, and then turned and walked out the office, feeling something I couldn’t quite name.
CHAPTER 10
Ash
“No one comes from someone just looking at them,” I said as Sarah, Yo and I sat on my balcony enjoying the sunset while Petal rubbed herself against our legs. “No one’s eyes have orgasmic fucking laser beams embedded in them. That’s just ridiculous.”
“Not according to Google.” Sarah’s smile could only be described as a wicked smirk. The kind of smirk she only ever gives me when she’s up to no good. Like when she smuggled a bottle of alcohol into Tom Swanson’s party, or she copied Jenna Higgins’s answers in a test, or when she talked a bouncer into letting us into the club withoutIDs. Despite lawyerly appearances, Sarah has a very naughty streak.
“Fine, I’ll bite. Tell me,” I said.
“I’m dying to hear this too,” Yo said, stretching her legs out into the last of the sunbeams.
“According to several Reddit users on a very long and fascinating thread, they too have orgasmed without any physical touch.”
“Since when did Reddit users’ posts become gospel?”
