“Yes…” I eyed her suspiciously. “The one you never confirmed as ahard assor hard-ass.”
“Well, turns out it was not the fun one. He was actually a total prick. Tried to pressure me into—Doesn’t matter, you know I took care of that swiftly.”
I sat up higher. “Of course, but…are you okay? Is that why you’re feeling like a mess?”
“No, not over him.” Gia groaned again, flopping onto the couch. “I signed up for this workshop he teaches off campus. I thought it was a noble thing, like for underprivileged kids or something, but turns out it was just a way for him to scam on chicks from his classes.”
“Oh, gross!”
“Yeah.” She rolled her eyes at his behavior, like it wasn’t all that surprising even though we both knew it should’ve been. “I met someone there.That’sthe problem.”
My eyebrows rose. “Do tell.”
“Gorgeous blue eyes, dark hair but dyed blonde. You know I’m a sucker for anyone who does that because, well”—she flicked her naturally dark hair, currently dyed honey blonde with purple, off her shoulder and smirked—“you know my self-love is off the charts.”
I winked at her. “Literally and figuratively.”
“Hear! Hear!” she cried, raising a glass toward her bedroom, where she kept her vibrators.
“So, what’s the problem?” I laughed.
She bit her lip. “Well…I went out with the professor after the workshop one night, and that was when he dropped the act and got a little aggressive.”
“Aggressive? What do you mean, aggressive? Aggressive, how? I’ll kill him.”
Gia laughed as I scrambled off the bed. “Easy, killer. It was handled. Pretty sure that guy won’t be teaching anywhere anytime soon, either. The bartender and my crush, who I’ve affectionately namedThe Problem,took care of him. Quickly.”
I scrutinized her face for any sign she might be hiding more from me, but she caught on to what I was doing and shot me a look. “Alright, alright.” I put my hands up. “Okay, so I didn’t knowThe Problemhad joined you on this night out with the professor. How’d that happen? Were you trying to bring them both home? Because you know I approve.”
“Well, that wasn’t the plan, but I did end up going home with two suitors on my arm.” She perked up her shoulders like she was fluffing out peacock feathers. “When Mr. Dickhead got too handsy, that’s whenThe Problem, who’d overheard the professor propositioning me in class, stepped in. With the help of the hot bartender.”
“Now, are these their official titles? I just want to be sure for my Maid of Honor toast.”
Gia snorted. “I’m getting there. And purposefully avoiding giving you their name because…The Problem was Nancy.”
I waited for her to say more, but when she didn’t, I thought I’d misheard her. “Wait, did you say Nancy, ora nancy?”
“Nancy.”
“That’s what I thought you said. So, why’d you stop?”
Gia arched a brow. “No comment on that?”
My brow furrowed. “Why would there be?”
“Nancy is agirl’sname, Quinn.” She said it like I had no idea but should’ve.
Rude. I stuck my tongue out at her. “I know that,Gia.”
She blinked at me.
And it hit me. She’d honestly expected me to comment on it, which surprised me more than finding out she’d met a nice lady at a bar and decided to visit V-Town instead of P-Town for the night.
Not sure why I called either of their parts that, but I wouldn’t be doing it again. “Gia, why would the gender of your lovers matter to me?”
She groaned again, the loudest one by far. “The gender of my lovers? Okay, please, promise me you will never say anything like that again.”
“Can I call it going to V-Town and P-Town to distinguish between the two?”
