“I don’t know,” I say drily. “Support. Love.Friendship. Maybe not run-of-the-mill gossip or treating you like a reality TV show instead of a human—”
“Babe, you’ve got something going on with one of the most beautiful men in the world. You’re an intern, and he’s a driver. This isbetterthan reality TV,” Keith points out.
I sigh. “Delilah technically won the bet.”
Keith gapes. “You told her about our bet?”
“What are best friends for if not honesty, support, love, friendship, and treating you like gossip fodder?” Delilah murmurs, not glancing up from the thick stack of paper in front of her.
“And what do you mean bytechnically?”
“I mean…” I pause to search for the right words. “The home run wasn’t achieved until this week.”
“There was a home run?”Keith shrieks. “And you’re only telling menow?”
The drama with this one. “It was last night. You’re the first to know. Does that make it better?”
“Only if you give details, stat. Is he as big as I fantasize he is? His big-dick energy is palpable, but—”
“I’m not talking about the size of Asher’s cock with you,” I say flatly.
“Spoilsport,” Keith mutters.
Delilah finally deigns to look up from her work. “Is he asgoodas he should be? Did you get what you wanted out of it?”
My cheeks heat. “And then some. Multiple times.”
A sly smile spreads on her lips. “Good.” She returns to her papers.
“Details, Victoria!” Keith screeches.
“He inserted item A into slot B,” I say calmly. “There’s not much else to say.”
“Please,” Keith scoffs. “How is he? Rough? Sweet?Dominant?”
“If you’re getting hard right now, I will literally never speak to you again.” It’s a total bluff. I admire Keith for being open about his sexuality, but I can only take so much.
“Let’s not wander off the subject,” he says serenely.
“Actually, I think we should be wandering anywhere but here,” I volley back.
“You’re the worst,” Keith says, just as Delilah pipes up, “Fair enough. Just give us one word to describe it.”
I don’t even have to think about it. “Revelation.”
There’s a long pause following my statement, during which Keith and Delilah seem to have some sort of unspoken conversation. I frown at their faces on the screen. “What?”
“Yeah,” Keith says with a nod. “She’s totally fucked.”
My head jerks back. “What?”
“You’re fucked,” Keith repeats unhelpfully.
“What the hell isthatsupposed to mean?”
“It means you’re falling for him,” Delilah postulates. “Falling inlove. Terrible condition, from everything I’ve heard. The only cure is death or heartbreak, both of which are undesirable treatmentoptions.”
I’ll return to her regarding love as a disease later. For now, “I don’t know what led you to believe—”
