My eyes widen, heat crawling up my neck, and the girls chuckle when Broadway groans, dragging a hand down his face.
“Can you save that for when I’m not here?” he asks.
“No can do,” Bianca sing-songs, hooking her elbow with mine. “We want to know everything!”
She keeps tugging until my hip bumps against the polished bar on the other side of the room. Violet’s already there,handling a shaker with practiced ease. Hailey flanks my other side and slides onto a stool.
Behind us, Broadway folds into an armchair, phone in hand, eyes flicking up every few seconds.
“Play along,” Bianca whispers. “We need him to leave.”
I blink at her, slow to catch up. “Why?”
Her lips barely move as she explains. “We’re trying to piece together what they’re planning for Grey. We all eavesdrop a bit. Gross him out, and he’ll give us space.”
She gives me a tiny nod and Hailey smirks into her glass like they’ve played this game before.
“Pick your poison!” Violet says, gesturing toward the bottles lining the shelves behind her. “And make it strong if you’re shy, because we want details, girl. All the spicy little details.”
“I’m far from shy, trust me.” I grin at them because I have just the thing that’ll have Broadwayrunningout of here.
She smiles, lifting a bottle of rum. “I think you ought to start with our signature drink, Mojito.”
“Sounds good.” I straighten my spine. “So? What do you want to know?”
“Is he good?” Violet starts.
“Is he big?” Hailey piles on.
“Does he last long?” Bianca chimes in with a laugh.
“You’re seriously going to talk about this when I’m right here?” Broadway asks. “I don’t need to know. I don’t fucking care how big Koby’s dick is.”
“Um...” Violet arches an eyebrow. “I seem to remember you telling us he showed you. This is hardly brand-new information. It’s a girl’s night. Close your ears, babe.”
Bianca jabs me in the side with her elbow. “Spill. How big?”
I take a steady sip of the mojito Violet’s slid my way, then flip my hair over one shoulder. I’m really not a shy girl, but what I’m about to say is very personal.
“Big. Nine... maybe ten inches.”
Hailey and Bianca squeal, leaning closer, almost drowning out Broadway’s exaggerated groan.
“But... I think his fingers are best,” I add, leading the conversation in the right direction.
Bianca fans herself dramatically. “Tell us more.”
A blush climbs my neck, burning hot, but I push through. Under any other circumstances I wouldn’t have mentioned it, but the possibility of finding out what the guys are planning with Grey, how close they are to making him disappear, how close I am to true freedom is too tempting.
Koby doesn’t tell me anything. Not when he comes home bloodied, not when he comes in fromScarlettat three in the morning, unstable on his legs, not when I point-blank ask how far along with the plan they are.
He’s protecting me, and I appreciate it, but I’ve been stuck in limbo for years, never trusted to know anything, always shielded, and I’moverit.
“I was on my period all week,” I say casually. “So no sex, but Koby doesn’t mind dipping his fingers in the red sea.”
“Jesus fuck,” Broadway snaps, darting to his feet. “I’m done. I’ll be out front. Just shout if you need anything, alright?”
The door bangs shut behind him, and Bianca raises her hand for a high-five.
