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I’m taken aback by her comment until I see her grinning. This must be her idea of friendly banter.
Jesus, I wouldn’t last a day in this place. I’m so glad I’m sleeping with Danya in his own private quarters.
I look down at my food, and then over to Yana, who has already cleaned her plate. “I’ll trade you my lunch for a pregnancy test if you have one. You know, just in case.”
She leans back, giving me a look over as though she’s trying to figure out if I’m legitimately asking or making another joke.
“I’m serious,” I assure her. “And I can pull some strings for you, too.”
She laughs. “Doubtful. Nobody gets special treatment in this shithole unless they’re fucking someone important, and I’m already doing that.”
“The cook?”
She groans. “Yeah, the fucking cook. It’s better than a goddamn coworker, don’t you think? Don’t shit where you sleep.”
“Sure,” I say, feeling supremely uncomfortable with the comparison.
Yana leans in, pulling my plate over to her. “I have whatever you need. Tests, plan-B – the whole pharmacy. Hell, if you want molly, you know where to find her.” She winks.
“I just want a pregnancy test for my own sanity,” I reply, trying not to sound too eager.
She stands up, taking the tray with her. “Come on, I have everything you want in my quarters. Just don’t make a fuss about it or I’m going to find out where you sleep and kick your ass.”
If she knew who I was, she wouldn’t be talking to me like that, but I actually enjoy the banter. It’s refreshing not being seen as the spoiled rich girl. For once, I feel normal, and I like it until we arrive at Yana’s quarters.
“This is tiny!” I exclaim as she opens the door.
“Same as yours,” she replies, giving me an annoyed look.
“I have a bigger one,” I reply. “I can pull some strings for you and get you something better, I’m sure.”
She laughs. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious.”
“Listen, I’m not asking anything in return for the test. Just stay away from the guys I fuck, and we’re golden, alright?”
“Fair enough,” I reply. The only dick I’m going to be riding is Danya’s.
I almost feel sorry that Yana doesn’t know how good it is, but that feeling is quickly replaced by jealousy at the thought of anyone else having him.
Yana rummages around in her bag for a moment, pulling out an unwrapped test and handing it to me. “Pull the lint off it and it should be fine.”
“You haven’t used this before?” I ask, turning it around in my palm.
“Do you want it or not?” she asks, trying to snatch it back.
I curl my hand around it, pulling away. “Yes, I want it.”
She turns back to her bag, arranging a few things inside and then zipping it up.
“Thanks for this,” I say, tucking the test into my back pocket. “I’ll get you back for it, I promise.”
“You’llpull some strings,” she says with finger quotes.
I can tell she doesn’t believe that I’m capable of doing that, but Danya listens when I talk. I’ll have her in a much nicer room, and she’ll see that I’m a force to be reckoned with.
“Thanks again,” I say, patting my back pocket and turning away.
