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“I’ve got a video chat,” Callie mutters darkly. “With myfiancé.”
I wince. “Sorry, lady.”
Being that her fiancé is a fifty-year-old, grotesque and notoriously vile Italian Mafia don from Los Angeles…ouch.
“Well, I’m happy to drop it off and stick it in the office safe.”
“Thanks, Elsa,” Eilish grins. “Oh! Before I forget, we changed the keypad lock on the back door. It’s seven-nine-nine-two-zero-five now.”
“Got it.” I make a mental note.
“Oh, and also?” Neve holds up a finger. “This is off the topic of the Banshee, but do you have the easement filings for the fourteenth street development? Ares asked if I could grab those from you if I swung by here.”
“Yeah, not a problem.” I cross back to my desk and open my email. “There’s a bunch of different documents, hang on. I’m going to email you…theseones…” I frown and then glance at her. “Actually, I know the last two are saved as PDFs on my phone. Feel free to grab it and email them to yourself.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it’s right there.” I smile, nodding my chin at my phone sitting on the corner of the desk. “Password is eleven-nineteen-twenty-three.”
“Awesome, thanks.”
“It’s probably in my recent photos. Hang on, I’m sending you the first five docs—”
“Ooookay, WOW.Yeah.”
Neve almost drops my phone as she quickly places it face down on my desk and all but leaps back from it.
“Sorry!! I…yeah,sorry.”
My brows knit. “What—”
Oh holy fucking mother of Christ.
I deleted all the X-rated selfies of my own privates earlier.
…But I didnotdelete the screenshot from my conversation with Hades, including the picture of his dick, that I sent back to him.
I have a fairly good idea what Neve just saw in my photos.
I turn the color of ripe strawberries as it hits me. I actually gag, like I’m going to actually throw up right here on my office floor, but manage to stop myself.
Callie grins as she makes a beeline for the phone. “Whoa. Okay, whatever this is, I havegotto see—”
Neve, mercifully, gets to it first, slamming her hand down over it before Callie can snatch it up and be forever scarred.
“Not for our eyes, Cals.”
“Oh c’mon!” Callie protests.” This sounds juicy asfuck!”
Eilish grins at me. “Is Ms. Elsa Guinsextingwith someone?”
“No,” I blurt. “I…”
I’m drowning. Hyperventilating. Possibly having a minor panic attack.
“Guys, it’s none of our business, okay?” Neve shoots the other two a look. “So, can we just leave it?”
Eilish shrugs. “Sure. Sorry. Didn’t mean to pry.”
