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“Me and pretty much every woman who’s ever been in contact with the charismatic CEO,” I say.
“Okay,” she says. “I get it. You’re not going to answer my question. I won’t push. You’ve come a long way. I’m proud of you.”
“I’m just glad Chance Taboras is no longer the only man on planet Earth to have seen me naked.”
Phoebe laughs.
“And Chance Taboras’s cock isn’t the only one I’ve seen in real life,” I say. “And contrary to his delusional mind, he isn’t the size of an English cucumber—a baby cucumber, maybe, but not a full-grown one. I can attest to that first-hand.”
Phoebe laughs harder.
I’m on a roll.
“And now I know Chance Taboras was dead wrong when he proclaimed genital fluids don’t belong in one’s mouth. They do. They really do.”
Tears stream down Phoebe’s face.
“And Chance Taboras—who doesn’t have a vagina—is a moron for believing eating pussy is overrated and totally unnecessary.”
“Yeah, idiot Chance needed to shut his mouth about that one,” Phoebe says. “I doubt Slut Mariah is getting her pussy serviced the right way, even if he supposedly changed his views on the matter.”
An evil grin stretches my lips. “I doubt Slut Mariah knows the indescribable pleasures of having her pussy devoured by an impossibly gorgeous man, on his knees looking up at her with piercing blues eyes as he tongue-fucks her until she’s hit with the most earth-shattering orgasms of her life in the middle of the afternoon while she’s still at the office and she could easily get caught.” I take a breath. There. I said it.
“No. You. Didn’t.” Phoebe’s shocked expression is priceless.
“You told me to put myself out there. I did. In so many filthy ways.”
Chapter 30
Beckett
After dropping Naomi at school, I drove back to my place. Instead of rushing, I decided to have a long leisurely breakfast and enjoy a cup of coffee before taking a shower and heading to the office. I miss being at my place, but I know better. It’s much less of a headache for me to stay at Holt’s place than to have Naomi pack her entire existence—and Luna’s—to come over to my place. Not to mention, my house isn’t very childproof.
I miss the quietude.
I love Naomi to pieces, but when you’re on uncle duty, it’s a twenty-four-hour job. There’s no such thing as taking a break until the princesses you’re guarding are so exhausted, they crash. Since I didn’t have to monitor the whereabouts of said princesses, I was able to knock off quite a few things from my to-do list. After answering a batch of emails and catching up with Valerie on important matters, I had a long talk with Rhys. He was so preoccupied by the urgent need to find a backup manufacturer, he didn’t even ask about my commitment to abstain from temptation. I’ll tell him soon enough I’m no longer in the running for his bike.
By the time I get to the office, it’s lunchtime, which means the executive floor is almost empty. Even Valerie is out. When I sit at my desk, a little white envelope with my name scribed in impeccable penmanship catches my eye.
It’s sealed.
Eager, I open it.
Dear new friend,
I hope you had a great weekend. I couldn’t give you what you wanted last week, but I can today. Check the last drawer of your desk. I hope you like my little gift.
Holy Chic!
I grin.
The temptation to text her was ever present throughout the weekend, but I refrained. What stopped me?
Holt’s reaction.
His words.
The way I pissed around Arianne like a fucking dog to ward off Rupert.
