“Take a seat,” Lucas says, pointing to a chair. Oriana hesitates a moment, then does just that. Chanel leans over and hands her a drink,
“How Jake and I met…” Oriana starts, turning her head and finding my eyes as I stand behind her. I say nothing as she looks back to Joey. “He saved me one night. I didn’t really know who he was then, but I saw him again at a gala, and well, here we are,” she says simply.
“How many times have you two fucked?” Lucas asks, and Chanel hits his arm, while looking at Oriana apologetically.
“Lucas isn’t used to guests. Ignore him. You don’t have to answer him,” Chanel tells her.
“Oral or intercourse?” Oriana asks him without missing a beat, surprising all of us.
Lucas raises a brow, and everyone goes silent as I lay my hand on her shoulder.
“We may not kill you yet, redhead.” Lucas smiles.
I feel Oriana’s shoulder tense at Lucas’s words.
But then she relaxes at my touch.