My lips twitch. “I haven’t seen any light beams or flying saucers.”
“Then what the hell has gotten into him?” Amanda demands. “This can’t be…real, Victoria. He’s… he’s—”
“Trying to change?” I supply.
“He must befaking it!” Amanda snaps. Her expression crumples into a frown, and her gaze takes on a knowing edge.Oh, shit.
“Unless…” she muses, placing her hands on her hips. “Unless he has something, or someoneto change for.”
“I wouldn’t know anything about that,” I say breezily.
“Uh-huh.” Amanda’s tone calls me a liar even louder than her stare does. “So. How long?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Actually, there aretwolengths I’m curious about,” she muses. “The length of your relationship, and the length of his cock. I imagine one is much larger than the other.”
I sigh, flicking my gaze toward the ceiling. “You’re not even the first person to ask me that,” I mutter at the bright lights.
“So you admit you know!” Amanda screeches victoriously.
I glance around the room to make sure no one’s hearing her admittedly accurate conspiracies. Almost everyone’s left, save for Oliver, who’s…is he eating fromanotherpink bakery box?So much for taking his doctor’s orders. At least he’s not bargaining withmeto bake him dozens upon dozens of cookies.
“Can you keep your voice down?” I ask tersely. “I don’t know anything. My response to all of your questions isno comment.”
“You’re a really bad liar,” she observes, her voice even louder. “Come on, tell me.” It lowers to a whisper. “I’ve been dying to know. I’d never tap that, but I’ve wondered. He gives offmajorbig dick energy. Like,huge. So?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“We’re not in court. Tell me, or I’ll start screaming the question.”
I do the only thing I can think of to extract myself from this immensely awkward situation: I walk away. I want to catch Ilya before he leaves, anyway. Amanda follows after me,stilltalking. “It’s gotta be more than eight. Nine? Ten?Twelve?”she winces. “No, you wouldn’t be walking straight if it was twelve. You wouldn’t be walking,period—”
I turn around and slap a hand over her mouth. “Pleaseshut up,” I beg. “For the love of everything,please.”
She slowly lowers my hand. “Give me a number, and I will. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
“Will you leave me alone if I do?” I ask dejectedly.
She considers it for a beat. “For now, probably.So?”
I bite my bottom lip. “I didn’t count. But walking straight takes effort.” Alot of effort.
“I fuckingknew it!”she whisper-squeals. “Oh my god, that’s so exciting! I knew it ever since the club. You two were inevitable. I just figured it’d take youwaylonger to get here. So, more than eight inches?”
“I’ll see you on the flight tomorrow,” I say impassively, and make my way towards Ilya’s office. Thankfully, this time she doesn’t follow me.
I only pray that she’llactuallykeep her mouth shut. Amanda’s a huge gossip, but she doesn’t strike me as malicious. If she were to slip up, I don’t think it’d be intentional.
But Asher and I are being obvious, despite my best efforts. Which means that letting the public know about our…whateverour relationship is needs to happen soon. Like, in the next few weeks, before we’re found out. But first, I need to ask exactly what we are. We’re exclusive, yes. We go on dates. He gives me mind-melting orgasms.
But does that make us boyfriend and girlfriend?
I shake my head to clear my thoughts as I slow to a stop in front of Ilya’s office. The door is ajar, and I hear papers shuffling inside. I knock quietly on it. “Doctor, may I have a moment?”
While Ilya isn’t a stickler to honorifics, heisa PhD, and I want to butter him up ahead of my ask.
“Come in,” he calls out. I crack the door open wider, clutching the strap of my bag. “I only have a few minutes before an investor dinner. What is it?”
