“Got it. You know I sort of thought I’d ditch you once we were in and I hooked up, but you’re fun—even if you talk like a teacher half the time. So, you know, sorry for sort of thinking it.”
“It’s all right. You didn’t. And I know I’m not like your friends.”
“Hey.” Julie wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s shoulders for a squeeze. “You are my friend now, right?”
“I hope so. I’ve never—”
“Oh, thank God.” On that fervent call, Julie made a staggering dash as a stall opened. “So we’re going to Alex’s, right?”
Elizabeth looked around the crowded restroom. All the women freshening makeup and hair, waiting in line, laughing, talking. She was probably the only virgin in the room.
Virginity wasn’t a prize, she reminded herself. So it wasn’t a burden, either. It was hers to keep or lose. Her choice. Her life.
“Liz?”
“Yes.” On a steadying breath, Liz walked toward the next open stall. “Yes,” she said again. Closing the door, and her eyes. “We’ll go. Together.”
* * *
At the table,Ilya lifted his beer. “If these girls are twenty-one, I’m sixty.”
Alex only laughed, shrugged. “They’re close enough. And mine’s in heat, believe me.”
“She’s drunk, Alexi.”
“So what? I didn’t pour the drinks down her throat. I’m up for some fresh meat, and I’m fucking getting laid tonight. Don’t tell me you’re not planning to nail down the hot brunette, bro.”
“She’s sweet.” A smile tugged at Ilya’s mouth. “And just a little underripe. She’s not so drunk as yours. If she’s willing, I’ll take her to bed. I like her mind.”
Alex’s lips twisted. “Give me a fucking break.”
“No, I do. It adds something.” He glanced around. Too much the same, he thought of the women who passed by, too much predictable. “Refreshing—this is the word.”
“The blonde’s setting it up so we’ll go to my place. All of us. She said she won’t go unless her friend goes. You can have the spare room.”
“I prefer my own place.”
“Look, it’s both of them or neither. I didn’t put in over two hours getting her primed to have her walk her fine ass out of here because you can’t close the deal with the friend.”
Ilya’s eyes went hard over his beer. “I can close the deal,dvojurodnybrat.”
“And which do you think will close it tight,cousin? The crap apartment you’re still living in, or my house on the lake?”
Ilya jerked a shoulder. “I prefer my simpler place, but all right. We’ll go to yours. No drugs, Alexi.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake.”
“No drugs.” Ilya leaned forward, stabbed a finger on thetable. “You keep it legal. We don’t know them, but mine, I think, would not approve. She says she wants to be FBI.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“No. No drugs, Alexi, or I don’t go—and you don’t get laid.”
“Fine. Here they come.”
“Stand up.” Ilya kicked Alex under the table. “Pretend you’re a gentleman.”
He rose, held out a hand to Liz.
