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Fumi giggles, waggling her brows at me. “Oh, it’s likethat, is it?”
I groan, burying my face in my hands. “I plead the fifth.”
“Bullshit. How big are we talking here?”
“Oh myGod, really?”
“Uh, yes?” She holds her hands out and moves them closer and further apart, like she’s measuring. “This? Or this?”
“I amnottalking about this with you.”
“Which almostalwaysmeans it’s either tragically tiny or porn-star huge. And given the glazed look in your eyes after he left the other day, I’m gonna go with door number two on that one.”
My face burns hotly as I shake my head at her. “You’re a lunatic.”
She laughs, dropping her eyes back to her tablet. Then her brow furrows.
“What?”
She purses her lips, still staring at the screen. “He’s really not your boyfriend, right?”
“No. Definitely not.”
“Okay, good. I don’t have to murder him, then.”
“And why would you have to do that?”
“Because he’s got a plus one on his RSVP for tonight.”
Something black and vengeful suddenly rises up inside of me, snarling. Something that rips through me with sharp claws and leaves me wanting to scream, or break something, or both.
“Oh?” I say thinly.
Fumi arches her brows. “Yeah. A Vanya Mirzoyan?”
“Oh. Cool.”
I look away.
“No. Fuck that.”
“Fumi, we’re not a couple or anything—”
“Well, still. That’s fucking bullshit. You need to make him sweat that he didn’t bring you.”
“What? No. I don’t care.”
“Sure, you don’t.”
I glare at her. But she does this ridiculous pout-face glare right back at me that always cracks me up, and I laugh.
“You’re getting ready at my place tonight before the gala. We need to make sure you’re all dressed up.”
“I dress up!”
“Elsa, I love you. But your idea of dressing up makes it look like you’ve got a hot date with a deposition. We need you dressed up like you’ve got a hot date withbig porn star dick.”
I groan, blushing.
