It’s giving Stepford.
The spreadsheet is actually quite impressive.
Chloe
I’ve been assigned melon balls. Melon. Balls.
1993 called and it wants its balls back.
Chloe
I am not buying a melon baller.
Just bring tequila.
Chloe
You smuggle in limes and we’ve basically got margs.
I laugh, opening the shower chat back up as I scan the linked spreadsheet. I’ve been put down for “a selection of different chocolate bars” for something called the “poo game”. I shudder at the thought. I’m about to close it down when I spot Luke’s name and do a double take. I didn’t think Luke would be the baby shower type but it looks like he’s Nick’s only guest.
He’s down for 12 bottles of prosecco, which tells me that Priya’s sister isn’t the only one who thinks Luke still works at a hedge fund. I open our chat.
You coming to Priya’s baby shower then?
The dots appear instantly, as if he had his phone in his hand when I messaged.
Luke
Wouldn’t miss it.
It’s going to be weird pretending I haven’t seen you naked.
Luke
I know. We haven’t even talked about roleplay being on the list.
I snort.
We’ll have to take it seriously. No lingering looks. No flirty touches. You’re just my brother’s best friend. As erotic to me as houmous or salad dressing.
Luke
You clearly haven’t had the same experiences as me with houmous.
Well, now I’m intrigued…
Luke
There are some places chickpeas should never go, let’s leave it at that.
Noted!
Luke
I’m not worried about me blowing my cover. I’ve got a way better poker face than you. You'll just have to be on your best behaviour.
I’ll do my best.
