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“Given the chance, there isn’t a woman in the world—who’s single, of course—who wouldn’t want to get down and dirty with one of those guys… or maybe both. They say ménage romance is the new black.”
“I can’t imagine being in a relationship with one man, let alone two.”
“Don’t knock it till you try it!” She’s on a roll.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
“No. I’m just excited for you, Ari,” she says. “A week and a half ago, you were going on and on about the infuriating guy you were trapped inside an elevator with. Even though you wouldn’t admit to it, I bet he was hot.” I should’ve kept my mouth shut. “The old Arianne wouldn’t even have mentioned it because in her world men don’t exist. LA-Arianne takes notice of hot men. Bravo! You’re making progress.”
“Speaking of the hot guy from the elevator—” Damn.
I blame Beckett’s mesmerizing eyes and blindingly obnoxious good looks for my slip up.
“Ah-ha! I knew it!” she says. “What about your hot roomie?”
I chew the inside of my lip.
“Don’t tell me he works at SCORE,” Phoebe says.
“No.”
“Phew. That would’ve been a freaky coincidence.”
“He co-owns the company.”
“WHAT?” Phoebe’s brown eyes are as big as saucers.
“Yes.”
“Which one is it?” she asks.
“My short-lived elevator roommate is Beckett Christensen.”
“So, your dirty wet dream is a reality now and he has a name… one that screams self-assuredness. I like it!”
She’s right about Beckett’s almighty confidence. Rhys has it too, but it’s a bit more toned down.
“He was never a dirty wet dream.” Lie. “He was simply a distraction.”
“One that reminded you you’re a woman with needs, Ari. It’s okay for your lady parts to flutter again.”
“Stop it with that ridiculous word!”
She grins wide.
“Anyway, you’re getting way too excited—”
“There you go—”
“There are certain professional conducts I adhere to—”
“There should be some leeway when God delivers such irresistible temptations.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I freeze when my eyes catch a headline in the column of the USA Today Entertainment page that’s open on my laptop.
“What the fuck,” I say.
“What is it?” Phoebe asks.
