He flicks a look at Lex. “Her dad.”
My lips purse. “Seriously?”
“Yep.” He taps another face. “That’s Denver’s father. He just signed Martin Gerard for Dad’s soccer team. One of the biggest contracts in US soccer history.”
“Snore.”
“Youaskedme!”
“I didn’t want boring details like that. Who else do you recognize?”
“I think that’s Ben Sanders’s father.”
“Ben Sanders as in the guy who was expelled last year?”
“Yeah. Michael, I think is his name. He used to run Veritas Infinitum with Brutus, Derek’s dad, before he sucked someone off in the Devere administration and became the general consul to the US Consulate in Edinburgh. That’s when some other guy got involved… Gah, what’s his name?” He rubs his forehead then clicks his fingers. “Silas Vincent II. That’s it. I remember now. Dyers is still a partner in the hedge fund though.”
“Why do people bother with Roman numerals on names anymore?” Wynter complains.
“They’re grandstanding idiots.” I hold up my iced latte for her to tap.“How do you know those people anyway, Shay?”
“They’re at the Pond a lot.”
“That means they’re alumnae, right?”
“Yeah, definitely. They’re always at the homecoming games?—”
“Always. Pfft. You’ve been here two years.”
“Well, that’s two times then.” He flips me the bird. “Don’t get crabby with me because that chick thought you were joking about the sex furniture.”
Wynter’s mouth pops open then snaps shut. “The what now?”
“The sex furniture. Furniture you have sex on. Why is this such a hard concept for people to understand? I’m telling you they’d get it in Europe.”
“Isn’t that just a… bed? The couch, maybe?”
“Firstly, ew. Unhygienic.”
A smile dances on her lips. “Which part?”
Shay chuckles. “She has you there, Vic.”
“I want to have sex with my husband. Is that a crime?”
“What is, how many times can a person talk about her husband in a day, Ken?” he jeers.
Wynter snickers. “I don’t think the having sex part is the crime, Victoria.”
“None of it is! Sex furniture is a thing!”
“Just not by designers who are still in college.”
“Explain?”
“There’s this woman in the art block who designs these crazy hot loungers that conform to your back. I asked her if she’d design and make me one with some adjustments and she flipped out!”
“Did she think you were teasing her?”
