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I wanted to cry all over again.
“And…” She raised one finger. “You haven’t heard what Mav did to Professor Dipshit.” She lifted another. “Plus, I’m dying to know why you got arrested for prostitution. I mean, prostitution!”
She waved her arms in the air and was way too excited for the situation.
I leaned forward. “Shh,” I hissed. “Will you keep it down? I don’t want the guys to hear.”Especially Theo.“Tell me about Professor Dipshit.”
“Fired. Papers he stole retracted.”
“That’s it?”
That totally sucked. Sure, I wanted the guy fired as much as Bridge, but that was all? After all the pain and suffering and sadness and anger he put her through? I wanted him tied to a spit and slowly spun over an open flame with an apple stuck in his mouth.
“With the university,” she clarified. “Legally, he didn’t do anything wrong so he can’t go to jail for what he did. But we can sue. We–the other women and I–are going after him in civil court. Lost income, emotional distress, defamation, and so on.”
I grinned. “Mav’s got ruthless lawyers, I’m guessing.”
“Sharks.”
I felt villainous and ruthless in the sweats I’d changed into in the hotel lobby bathroom when I’d retrieved my suitcase from the concierge. My hair was up in a sloppy ponytail and the only makeup I had on was left over from the night before. I should’ve cared I flew home looking like this, but I was just happy to be on the plane. Besides, no one looked all too hot on a Sunday flight out of Vegas.
“I love it,” I said, with a sly smile on my face. The first one of the day.
“So tell me about your new profession,” she said, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable. She was probably wishing she had a bowl of popcorn for the upcoming one-woman shitshow.
“After all you went through, we can’t be done with your ordeal after two minutes,” I said. She’d been expelled from MIT after being seduced and stolen from by a professor. It was a big deal, and this was very anticlimactic.
She shook her head, pushed up her glasses. “Mav and I have already been celebrating. In Boston, on the plane. Here.”
A pink flush spread across her cheeks and I really didn’t want to know any more details about how they celebrated.
“We’re going to have a party,” she added. “Get Silas up here and celebrate sometime Dex has a day or two off so he and Lindy can join.”
Silas was in Denver running James Corp from the main office and Dex was in the middle of hockey season.
“Now you, the hooker. Spill.”
I put my hand over my face, wanting to die of mortification all over again.
“Last night, we were in the casino,” I began. “Craps. Everything was fine. I had on that cute dress.”
“The green one?”
I nodded. “And the strappy heels.”
“Hot,” she confirmed.
“I had to pee. A guy came up to me by the bathrooms and we started talking. He was cute. Seemed nice. Asked me if I was up for a little fun.”
As far as undercover cops went, he had been really good looking. If he hadn’t arrested me, I’d have been into a date. But he lost that chance, the jerk. Mistaking a woman for a hooker wasn’t endearing.
“I asked him what he had in mind.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “What? Why didn’t you knee him in the balls?”
“Because I was trying to flirt!”
“Okay,” she said, circling her hand in the air for me to keep talking.
