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“No.”
“Julian.”
I sigh. “She’s smart. Beautiful. Dark hair—”
“Don’t bother. I know what she looks like. I’ve already stalked her online.”
“Of course you have.”
“She’s gorgeous.”
“She is,” I admit.
“I want juicy details.”
“I’m not giving you anything else.”
“You’re no fun.”
“We both know that’s a lie.”
She leans forward, eyes bright. “You like her.”
I open my mouth, but she’s already smirking.
“Get out of my office,” I tell her.
She stands, smoothing her dress. “You’re still coming to dinner?”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Good. I’ll get you drunk and grill you then.” She pauses in the doorway. “Oh, and tell Celeste I say hi and that we’re probably going to be best friends someday.”
I shake my head. “Get out, Sienna.”
Thirty-One
Celeste
“I can’t believe you met him.” Madison whirls from her full-length mirror, her glare fixed on Emmy, who is sprawled across the bed beside me. “I can’t believe you got to meet himbefore me.”
Emmy smirks, milking the moment. “He was very nice.”
Madison gapes. “Very nice? That’s all you’ve got? You met the man responsible for putting Celeste in a constant state of post-orgasmic bliss, and all you have to say is he was nice?”
Emmy lifts her wine glass. “Well, he was nice. Handsome. Big, too. He also has verygood manners.”
Madison scoffs. “Good manners? We don’t want good manners. We want details, we want filth. We want to know if he makes her crawl to him and beg for it—”
“Oh my God!” I choke on my popcorn, coughing so hard I almost spill the entire bowl.
Madison narrows her eyes. “Yeah, but it’syes, sir, no, sirsex, isn’t it?”
Emmy hums, nodding like she’s taking notes for research purposes.
Madison whirls on me again. “He calls you ‘good girl,’ for fuck’s sake, Celeste. He’s clearly got you trained.”
“Trained?”
