My eyes pierce the camera. “Audrey Hepburn.”
Lily stares off in thought. “Uhhh…” She flushes. “Loren Hale.”
Lo laughs and stares down at Lily who’s still hidden in his shirt. “Right answer, love.”
She sniffs, and her arms wrap around his waist underneath his clothes.
“Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey?”
“Yep,” Daisy says, “one handed.” She wags her eyebrows deviously.
I say, “Any patriarchal c*cks*cker who makes a woman ashamed to read it should be slapped across the face with his?—”
Lily blushes. “Uhhh…”
“Top or bottom?”
“My mother’s going to kill me,” Daisy says. “Both. Sorry Mom!”
The people in the party room laugh, and my mother even cracks a smile. I think we all forget how young Daisy is because she looks older than Lily…and she’s incredibly endearing.
But every time we cut to my answer, I look like a royal bitch compared to her, cursing the entire audience to hell.
“I’m a virgin,” I say. “Why ask me that inane question?”
“Uhhh…” Lily’s eyes widen.
“Back door or front door?”
“No c*cks have been near my a**h*le, sorry.” Daisy shrugs after answering crudely.
Lo gives her a look. “You’re spending too much time with my brother.”
She just laughs.
I tilt my head to the side. “Really?”
“Uhhh…” Lily’s eyes grow bigger with each question.
“What do you wear to bed?”
“I sleep in the nude,” Daisy answers.
“A nightgown,” I retort, not elaborating whether it’s silk or ankle-length cotton.
“Uhhh…” Lily turns her head to look at the door. “Lo!”
“Whips or handcuffs?”
“Oooh,” Daisy grins. “I like the idea of whips. But you know, me dodging the whips. Make it into a game.” She laughs.
I swear the men in this room grunt in audible desire.
I must wear a look of pure disgust because Connor squeezes my hip and whispers, “We’re not all pigs, Rose.”
He’s right. I know I shouldn’t generalize the entire male species as vile, gross things that’ll get off to my sixteen-year-old sister’s image.
And just when I’m feeling apologetic, I spot a guy with aclearbulge in his suit pants. “What do you call that?” I whisper in detest.
