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“Diana, Rosalie and I are about to grab a bite to eat. Can we talk later?”
“I’m quite peckish as well.” She touched the side of his arm. “Maybe we can have dessert back at my place. I have whipped cream.” She looked at me and smiled. “He does love his whipped cream.” I smiled back at her, though I wanted to scream.
“That’s enough, Diana.” Oliver sounded annoyed. “Rosalie and I have some business to discuss tonight, so no, we won’t need you to join us.”
“Want to come back to mine after, then?” She then leaned forward and whispered something in his ear that made him blush.
“I don’t think so, Diana.” He shook his head.
“Think about it before you make up your mind. The tunnel has been missing your train,” she said with a wink. She then looked me up and down and laughed as if something about my appearance was funny. “And Oliver, next time you want to bring your playthings to a work event, please take them out shopping first. Kramer was asking me if your friend here was a high-class escort. I said I doubted it. She looks far too cheap for that line of work.”
I gasped at her comment and looked over at Oliver. His face looked furious.
“Diana.” His voice was low, and I could see his body was rigid.
“What? She’s dressed like she’s gone to a party in Panama City on spring break with her sorority sisters.” She looked me up and down dismissively. “There are no frat guys here, darling.”
“Diana, you do not talk to my guest that way.” Oliver’s voice was steely. “Rosalie is a longtime friend and has more class in her little finger than you have in your entire body. Do not call me again. Do not email me. We are done. I want nothing to do with you.”
“That’s not what you said when—”
“Enough.” He pressed his lips together. “Maybe you should go back to screwing Kramer because I want nothing else to do with you.” He smiled as Diana gasped. “Yes, dear. I knew that you were fucking Kramer to get ahead. We all do. And no, I didn’t care because you mean nothing to me.” He grabbed my hand and then dropped it quickly. “Ready to go, Rosalie?”
“Yes, please.” I nodded, grinning like a fool. I was ecstatic that Oliver had stood up for me and put Little Miss Diana in her place. “But can we go home and order a pizza? I don’t think I want to eat here.”
“Sure,” he said, smiling. “Let’s do that.”
Diana stood there huffing and puffing, and I couldn’t stop myself from getting one last dig in.
“Have a nice evening, Diana. I would say it was nice meeting you, but then I don’t want to lie. I hope you enjoy Kramer’s wrinkly dick. Don’t worry about Oliver’s because I’ll take good care of it.” I grabbed Oliver’s hand and started walking away quickly. I looked up, and his face and eyes were laughing at me.
“That was wicked,” he said as we exited the hotel. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“She deserved it.” I giggled as Oliver walked to the curb to hail a taxi. “She doesn’t have to know that we haven’t had sex.”
“Yeah.” He nodded as he looked back at me. “Or that we never will.” His voice trailed off as he looked me up and down. I smiled at him in response. I knew Oliver thought it was better for our friendship if we never hooked up, but I wasn’t sure if I agreed with him. Tonight had been such a crazy night that I didn’t know how I felt.
Chapter17
Rosalie
"So what do you want on your pizza?" Oliver asked me as we sat on the couch. He was on the phone with what he said was the best pizza restaurant in Manhattan, and I was excited to see if the pizza would be the best I’d ever had.
"I don't know. Pepperoni, ham, onions, extra cheese." I grinned at the look on his face. "Any of those toppings will do."
"I thought you just said you didn't know," he said, shaking his head, his hand pressed against the mouthpiece. “That’s a lot of toppings for someone who hasn’t got a clue.” There was a teasing glint in his eyes as he spoke to me, and I could feel my body heating. Oliver had a way of making me feel hot and bothered when I was close to him.
"Well, I mean, I don't want to be greedy."
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Um, maybe red peppers. Actually, no red peppers."
“Okay.” Oliver grinned and held the phone back up to his ear. "Hi. No worries," he said. "Yes. I do know what I'd like to order. Can I get one large pizza with ham, pepperoni, onions, and extra cheese? Anything else, Rosalie?"
He looked at me, and I shook my head, then grabbed his arm. "Wait, see if they have cheese sticks."
"Cheese sticks as well?" he asked.
