Page 17 of Greed

“No.” I shake my head. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.”

“You did a lot more than kiss, didn’t you?”

Carrie and I don’t have secrets from each other, but I’m not about to confess everything I did with Declan Wells last night. I want to treasure those memories forever as my own.

“I had fun,” I offer as a compromise, hoping it will be enough to satisfy her.

“Good.” She sighs. “You need to have more fun.”

“That’s ironic coming from you.”

Her cheeks blush pink. “I have plenty of time for that kind of fun when I’m thirty.”

I drop my gaze to the watch on my wrist. “You have plenty of time for that kind of fun today. I told you I’d get you set up on that new hookup app.”

“No!” she practically screams the word. “I’m too busy for that.”

I know Carrie isn’t looking for a random hookup. I wasn’t either, yet I fell right into Declan’s grasp last night.

I’m forever grateful that I did.

“I’ll make coffee, and you can tell me more about the mystery man you spent the night with.” She glances toward the shoes again. “You can also explain why you stole his very expensive sneakers.”

“My feet were swollen this morning, and my glass slippers were too tight. I couldn’t get them on.”

As ridiculous as that sounds, it’s the truth.

Carrie nods. “I get it.”

Of course, she does. She’s the one who helped me zip up the gown last night. Before I left our apartment, she adjusted the tiara on my head.

My fingers skim my neck to find the choker still in place.

I laugh at the realization that while Declan was fucking me, I still had it wrapped around my neck.

“He has big feet.” Carrie glances at the sneakers again. “They must have looked like clown shoes on you.”

Still laughing, I nod. “I had to shuffle my feet out of his apartment to the Uber and then up here. I was dead tired. It’s a miracle I didn’t trip and land on my face.”

Her gaze is still pinned to the shoes. “Is it true that big feet mean a big…you know what?”

“Dick?” I say because I know her blush will only deepen.

It does.

She nods. “Is it true?”

“In his case, it is.” I wink. “I’m surprised I can walk right now.”

Her hand leaps to cover her mouth. “Abigail!”

“That’s all I’m saying about him.” I smile. “I guess I need to return the sneakers.”

“You do,” she adds. “Maybe your one night of passion will have a replay.”

“It won’t,” I say with a hint of regret in my tone. “I think one night is all he was looking for.”

“Maybe that was true before he met you.”

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