Ignoring them, she slaps both hands on the table and rears back. “Youasshole. It’s Sunday!” Eyes wide, she shakes her head. “You’ve kept this from me sinceThursday?”
Wincing, I cover my mouth to hide my smile. “Don’t hate me.”
“Don’t hold out on me, or maybe I’ll consider it.” She looks at our champagne glasses, then shakes her head. “Un-uh. We’re going to need homegirl to leave the whole bottle on the table for this.” She looks around for our server.
“Focus,” I say, pulling her back to me. “Before Brynn gets back.”
Mo rolls her eyes. “Fine, fine. Spill it. What did you do? What was it like? Who did you see? Was your serial killer there? Ghostface?”
For a split second, I regret saying anything to my best friend. “That wasn’t a Ghostface mask, Imogen.”
“Details, details. So it was him? You saw him again?”
“Yes.” I bite back a giggle that desperately wants to fly free. “I went in to fill out all the paperwork, and apparently Dominus sponsored me—”
“Dominus?” she barks, a bit louder than I’d like.
My gaze flicks around again, but no one seems to be listening. “Lower your voice.”
“He sounds like a Transformer,” she whispers.
“I like it,” I admit. “It sounds so… powerful.”
Mo’s eyes narrow, but she eventually shrugs. “To each their own, I guess. So what did Optimus Prime do to you? Spankings?”
I squeeze my eyes shut as my cheeks heat to a million degrees. “Yes, and…”
“Yes,and?” Mo snaps her fingers. “Lock in, girlie, I need way more than ‘yes, and’.”
My eyes catch on movement by the back door of the restaurant as Brynn steps out of the building and makes her way back to us through the patio. Biting my lip, I lean forward. “And now he’s supposed to be texting me instructions, but he’s been MIA today.”
“Instructions? Explain.”
“Like, I don’t know, he’s going to give me a task or something…”
Mo’s eyes go wide. “Like adirtytask?” she whispers.
I shrug, but before Mo inquires further, Brynn sits back down at the table.
Mo runs her tongue over her teeth as she looks back and forth between Brynn and me, frustration evident in the flare of her nostrils on each breath, but she knows me well enough to know that I’m not going to share this part of my life with anyone but her.
“What’s going on?” Brynn asks. “You two look weird.”
My cheeks are probably beet red and Mo looks ready to explode from the need to get more information out of me.
“Nothing. We’re good.” I raise my glass in the air. “Cheers to the ladies who lunch.”
Brynn is quick to bring her glass to mine. Mo, on the other hand, takes a moment, then reluctantly clinks both of our glasses, glaring daggers at me as she says, “To ladies who lunch. More than meets the eye… or something.”
I nearly choke on my champagne, but Brynn’s too caught up in the menu to wonder why our friend just made a Transformers reference for no apparent reason.
“What are we doing for apps?” Brynn asks, and I use the distraction to pull my phone out of my purse once more.
My eyes widen at the notification from Dominus.
Mo kicks me beneath the table and I yelp.
Pushing my chair back, I look at Brynn, pointedly ignoring my annoying best friend. “I’m sorry. I have to take this work call. Um, I’m down for the burrata if you are?”
