“I have bad friends.” I shook my head, sinking next to him on the couch, letting my hands flop down beside me.
“Come on.” Max punched my bicep. “It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad. It’s humiliating.” Grace had been wrong. I had looked like an asshole trying too hard in front of a room full of educated and discerning students who already had more dedication and follow-through than I’d ever had. “What am I going to tell your father?”
“Hirsh is Internet illiterate. Why do you think he hired us in the first place?” Max waved me off. “You don’t have to worry about it. Besides, he wouldn’t be mad.”
How could he not be mad? His right hand had completely dive-bombed in front of a group of students. In front of potential customers.
“And the notoriety you’ll get for this will just mean more people going to the website, and more sales. There is no such thing as bad publicity.”
I still didn’t believe it. “Of all the shitty, ridiculous stuff I’ve done, this is what makes it online?”
“And what kind of stuff is that?” Grace appeared in the doorway, a tray of food in her hands. Everly sidled up behind her with a bottle of wine and a few glasses.
“I plead the Fifth.” I sat back in the chair and crossed my ankle over my knee.
“We don’t have the Fifth Amendment in Canada,” Everly said as she placed the glasses on the coffee table. “The right against self-incrimination is covered under sections eleven and thirteen of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms.” She stilled. “Whoa. Where did that come from?”
She looked between Max and Grace with shock. Although I wasn’t so shocked. The girl had been in the top of her class at law school before she’d dropped out.
“Fine.” I raised my hands in protest. “I invoke sections eleven and thirteen.”
“So you’re not going to tell us all the scintillating and scandalous things you’ve done?” Grace asked. She was already sipping on a glass of red wine.
“I’ll tell if you do.” I smirked. I wasn’t going to be the only one to spill their dirty beans. And I had to admit, I was very curious to know all the details about Grace’s past. Somehow I felt like it would bring me closer to her. To understand why and how she had become the woman she was today.
“I think we need to make a drinking game out of it,” she suggested.
“Great. Once again I’ll be the only sober one in the room.” Everly downed an entire glass of red wine. When Max placed his hand on her knee, she shrugged. “I need to do something to catch up.”
“I like this idea.” I stood, walking over to where Max kept the liquor. I pulled a bottle of tequila and a bottle of vodka out of the cabinet. On my way back I picked up four shot glasses from the mini-bar with wheels. “The name of the game is Have You Ever. If you have, take a shot.”
I looked at Grace, with the point of starting easy. “Have you ever given a blow job?”
Both Grace and Everly, with much too wide a smile, shot back some vodka.
I went through the bases, trading off genders, but I knew my answer to the next question was going to be a shocker.
“Have you ever had sex with a man?”
I stared down Grace, and the moment she lifted her shot glass, I did the same.
But her mouth dropped to the floor before the shot glass hit her lips.
“No way!” Everly shouted. She turned to Max. “Did you know this?” My best friend simply nodded.
“Have you ever been in an orgy, any mix and match of genders?”
I’d always been of the opinion, the more the merrier. But not with Grace. The thought of another man touching her made me rage.
Everly was the only one who didn’t raise her glass. I had to admit, six shots into the game and I was bored. I had started this because I wanted to know more about Grace. But did I really want to know all these things?
“I think that’s enough for now.”
“Someone’s a party pooper tonight.” Grace winked before she shot back another vodka without even answering a question.
“What’s your weirdest escort story,” Max asked, looking at Grace across the coffee table.