The only thing I accomplished was riling myself up more and more while he remained unfazed.
I busted out the big guns. “Let’s get dressed and go to Gilded.”
“Not tonight.”
My brows lowered. When he’d asked—or ordered—me to stick around, I’d assumed it was because we would be ending the night at Gilded again, so there was no reason for me to go home in between.
Clearly, I was mistaken.
If he was aware of my confusion, he didn’t show it. He just kept reading.
With his thumb in me.
And with no other option, I started typing.
With his thumb in me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
IF ANYONE HAS A LEAD ON THE SUDDENLY ABSENT NEPO BABY, WE’RE ALL EARS
GREER
“I’m going to tell Wren,”Maddie said the second she sat down at brunch.
“Well, hello to you, too.” I nudged the mimosa I’d ordered for her closer.
“Hey. Hi. Hello. I’m going to tell Wren,” she repeated before drinking half of it so quickly, I thought she might drink the other waiting one, too.
I didn’t need to ask what she was referring to.
The three of us were, and had always been, as tight as any friends could be. We’d never had a falling out. Never any rough patches. No jealousy, judgment, or even the growing apart that could naturally happen without fault. We protected our friendship by making time for each other and never,everliving together.
But that didn’t mean we told each other everything. Some things were private—even between besties—and personal life choices were among those.
Especially when those personal life choices included a membership to a secret sex club.
Something I pointed out. “Are you able to tell her? That NDA seemed pretty solid, and it would make things awkward if your boyfriend had to sue you.”
“Awkwardly hot.” At my quizzical expression, she gave a wistful sigh. “I’m at his office a lot, watching him throw around legalese in his slutty little glasses.” She gave an unapologetic shrug. “It does something for me.”
“Okay, that aside, are you able to tell her?”
She lowered her voice. “I won’t mention you-know-where. Not that I think she would purposefully say anything, but if she’s surprised and accidentally spills, that wouldn’t be good. But I am going to tell her about Easton and me.”
“She’s aware you’ve got a boyfriend.”
“Yeah, well, she swung by his office after class on Friday and nearly caught me kneeling near his chair. I think she thought we were having some afternoon delight.”
I remembered walking into something similar on the day of my interview and being confused since the logistics didn’t make sense. “I thought the same thing.”
“Oops.”
“Maybe you should leave that for outside of his workplace.”
“With the number of hours he works? No, thank you. Besides, what’s the worst that’ll happen? His boss will fire him? He’s the boss.” Her cheeks flushed, and a content smile curved her mouth. “In so many delicious ways.”
“I think the worst that’ll happen is you have to tell your friend about your sex life so she doesn’t think she witnessed said sex life.”
