“Totally accurate,” Sloane says without missing a beat.
Callie claps once, the movement decisive. “Focus, ladies. Back to Rina.”
When three expectant faces turn toward me again, my stomach knots.
What I have with Oliver isn’t a relationship.
It’s a disaster wrapped in chemistry.
He’s more like a ticking bomb with great abs.
“I don’t know where to start,” I mumble, unsure how to tell them that I’ve been sleeping with Oliver Van Doren for the past two months.
“How about at the beginning?” Sloane’s tone is all sugary sweet.
It’s the kind of sweet that usually precedes a homicide.
All I can say is that the woman has been binging way too many true crime podcasts before bed.
“Did something happen at work? Another PR nightmare to clean up?” Callie’s fingers brush over mine.
“No.” A tiny flutter ripples through my body. “It’s not about work.”
The three of them exchange lingering looks, and it makes me want to disappear, but I need to get this out.
“I’ve been hooking up with someone,” I admit.
They all freeze.
“Do we know him?” Callie asks carefully.
“Nope.” The lie slips out way too easily. “It’s just a random guy with great banter.”
Sloane narrows her eyes. “Is this the same guy you mentioned a few weeks ago?”
Crap.
Callie laughs as Lilah smiles behind her cup. Sloane looks seconds away from dragging me into a small room and interrogating me under a spotlight.
Before I can backpedal, my phone buzzes.
Then a second time.
Against my better judgment, I peek at the screen.
Big D: Have I mentioned how much I like the taste of you on my lips?
Big D: Next time, I’m not stopping until you scream my name. And I don’t give a damn who hears.
Heat floods through me as my hand slips on the cup and I nearly drop my drink.
Sloane leans over, catching a glimpse of the screen before cackling. “I’m sorry, does that actually say Big D?”
“Maybe,” I mutter.
“Oh, honey.” A slow grin overtakes her face before it turns wolfish. “There’s no maybe about it. The only question is… Who’s Big D?”
Lilah’s brows climb as Callie bites her lip, shoulders shaking. More than anything, I want to sink through the floor. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have brought it up.
