Page 51 of Lost Love

“None, actually.” Olivia beamed proudly.

Not content with her answer, I continued, “Fillers?”

She laughed again, shaking her head.

“A girl never tells, but I’d tell you. I have had no work. I tried Botox in my twenties, but it wasn’t for me, and it was super expensive.”

“Well, shit, I want your genes,” I admitted, hoping I’d look just as fabulous as Olivia when I reached my thirties.

“Oh, please. Olive skin… you have nothing to worry about with those Greek genes.”

“Well, maybe…” I grinned, stretching my skin tight.

“There’s always facelifts!” Lourde snorted out. “I think Mom’s onto her second.”

“Shoot me if I ever consider that route!” Olivia blurted out, taking her hand to her forehead.

“Well, I won’t, but I could hire someone.” I split into a giggle, and Lourde and Olivia laughed.

“How did the dinner go last night with Connor and Francesca?” I asked, wanting to know more. I’d managed not to ask the entire evening, but now, as it was ending, my curiosity got the better of me.

“Which part?”

I curled an eyebrow.

“The dinner or the dessert where Barrett whisked me to my old bedroom and did—”

“La… la… la… la,” Olivia sang, sticking her fingers in her ears and blocking out Lourde’s sex tales.

Lourde and I laughed in fits of hysterics.

“He is still my boss!” She lowered her hands and feigned a disgusting look.

“Okay!” Lourde put her hands up in defeat. “Francesca’s lovely… obviously gorgeous too.”

My chest heaved. Of course, she is. She’s perfect for Connor. Why would I think the evening would be anything other than perfection?

“She had a tray of diamonds to choose from, and, of course, she picked the biggest, most expensive.”

“A tray?” Olivia’s mouth fell open. “Oh my God, you guys run in completely different circles than me!”

“Yet you fit in our circle like a glove,” I admitted.

“Aww.” She air-kissed me from across the table

“See, air kisses… that is so Park Avenue… you belong hands down!” We all giggled in fits of laughter.

“But seriously, she’s nice, not nice enough to be my bestie… we definitely don’t click like that.”

Good. Great. Awesome. The last thing I’d want is to try and be friends with her.

“She said last night she wants to organize a dinner with you guys and the hunkholes.”

“The who?” Olivia tipped her head to the side.

I smiled. “That’s what we call them… Connor, Barrett, Magnus, and Ari. All arrogant with their big swinging dicks and all gorgeous.” I felt spots of color fill my cheeks, and I did what I could to will them away.

“Can we not talk about my brother’s dick?” Lourde said, poking a finger in her mouth. “But I can tell you Barrett is huge!”

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