Page 117 of Faking It with the Frenemy
She shrugs. “I don’t know. What do you think I said?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. Thank God Evie asked, because Salazar would’ve killed me for even thinking he should send something with a name like that to Ceinlys. I mean, she has a sense of humor, but there’s a limit…
“Adult cream pie,” Anthony says, his face slightly red.
“Yeah. It’s a special pie, made to suit adult tastes.”
“Ohh,” Ivy says. “So it’s more like ‘a cream pie for adults.’”
“You could say it like that, but the direct translation is—”
“We like Ivy’s version better,” Edgar says quickly.
Yuna shrugs again. “Okay. But it’s really a mouthful to say it that way.”
Jo raises an eyebrow. “Oh, adult cream is a mouthful either way.” Obviously, one of us girls is going to have to explain things to Yuna.
“We need more music,” Ivy says.
Anthony has the music turned up again, and some couples start dancing. Since I’m still a little hungry, and I like the pies despite their name, I gobble mine up. Wyatt looks at his plate dubiously, then offers it to me.
“What’s the matter, honey?” I ask. “Adult cream not to your liking?”
“Think I’ll try some of the other food,” Wyatt says. So I eat his pies as well. I’m not letting a little pornographic translation ruin a meal.
We go over to a cluster of people where Evie, Hilary and Jo are.
“…in Japan once on business with Gavin,” Hilary is saying. “And in the 7-Eleven there, they had a product called ‘oral cookies.’”
Court comes over in time to catch this and joins the laughter. Then he turns to me. “Hi, I’m Court. I don’t think we’ve met.”
“Don’t believe we have. I’m Kim Sanford.” Unlike his brothers, he has an easy smile and bright, crinkling eyes. But that probably doesn’t mean he’s a pushover. Nobody from his family would be. Not if they survived the horror of their mother’s upbringing.
He introduces me to his fiancée, Pascal Snyder. She’s a pretty brunette, sharp as hell. But then she wouldn’t be working with Hilary at Omega Wealth Management if she weren’t.
“Thanks for taking Yuna in,” Court says.
“Oh, no problem. She’s great. Have you met Wyatt?” It’s a party and supposed to be fun, but it’s also an opportunity for Wyatt to meet people in the city. He needs to be friends with people in the upper crust of society other than Dane and David. Opportunities are offered to those who people know first. I’ve seen that over and over again, and I want to ensure Wyatt doesn’t miss out.
“No. I’m Court Blackwood. Nice to meet you.”
The men shake hands. I let them chat, giving them a chance to get to know each other. Hilary leans over.
“This is fun,” she says. “I like your roommate a lot.”
“So do I,” Mark says, placing an arm around Hilary’s shoulders. The man is still crazy about her. It’s surprisingly sweet, given his old playboy rep. People used to call his girlfriends “quarterly girls” because none of them ever lasted more than three months. “And tell me again, Kim, how awesome my pork chop was.” He leans closer. “I heard Champ loved it.”
That dog loves everything, including cockroaches. But I don’t think that’s what Mark wants to hear. “Yeah, fantastic.” I force a wide smile. “He adored it.”
He grins. “I knew it! I knew André was just being a dick.”
“Probably.” Whatever floats your fantasy boat. “Where’s Edgar, by the way? I’ve been wanting to meet him.” Not because I ever hope to marry him like my mom wants, but because he’s going to be the new head of Blackwood Energy. Meeting people who are in my boss’s social strata makes my job easier if I ever need to help Salazar do business with them.
“He was here just moments ago.” Mark looks around.
“I saw him leave with a woman,” Pascal says.
I arch an eyebrow. Interesting. He isn’t the type to hook up with women at parties, or if he is, he’s been very discreet. There hasn’t been a single scandal with him involved.
