“Right?! She’s so hot. Has an ass to die for. You know I’m an ass guy,” he said, then flinched. “Well, I’m a boob guy, too, but she’s pretty flat in that department.”
“Hey, don’t be an ass. Boobs are boobs,” I reminded him.
“Amen, sister,” he said, and high-fived me. “And I am going to experiment with those thoroughly.”
“Hell, yeah. You do that,” I said, giggling. “It’s a lot more than I’m getting—which is basically nothing. Justdreams.”
The moment I said the words, I regretted them. But Hunter’s good mood had rubbed off on me, and when I was in a good mood, I usually forgot to put a filter on my mouth.
“Oooh, dreams,” Hunter said, grabbing my hands and pulling me closer. “Who was it with? Was it like a celebrity? Someone we know?”
Oh, hell. I flushed instantly. “Nope. No one we know.”
“Bullshit,” he said before I even finished speaking.
“I swear—I didn’t even see his face,” I said, now breathless. Why in the world did I tell him that? He was never going to let me live it down, damn it.
“Liar, liar, pants on—”
“I swear,” I cut him off. “I swear I did not see his face.” An undeniable truth. I knew who it had been behind me, but I hadn’t seen his face for real. Just his claws.
A flash of me looking down at them around my waist and my thighs clenched. Who in the world gets turned on byclaws? I seriously needed therapy.
“I believe you,” Hunter said, though he was giving me the eye. “So, it was from behind.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks so fast it surprised me. “Please don’t tell the girls.”
And I should not have said that, either.
Hunter chuckled. “Don’t worry, Pink. It’ll be our secret that you dream about faceless guys doing you from behind. I’d have thought you preferred missionary, to be honest—but good for you.”
Covering my face with my hands, I groaned. I was neverevergoing to live this down.
“Nothing to be ashamed about. And I think your mind is trying to tell you something, too,” Hunter said, just as Eva called, “Hey, gang!” from the middle of the room as she came toward us. Everyone turned to look at her, and she thrived on the attention. You could see it in the way she smiled and held her head up.
“Remember what I always say, Pink—bad shit happens when you don’t get laid,” Hunter whispered to me, then stood up to hug Eva just as she made it to her desk.
Patricia arrived a couple minutes later, fully loaded with rumors, too. And after Hunter told them about Lynn, she shared them with us—eagerly.
“Loren James is a lying bitch,” she said almost breathlessly, head lowered so much her chin almost touched her desk. “She took two weeks off work to govisit family in Europe, right?” She made quotation marks with her fingers.
“She did?” I said, surprised, turning to look behind me at where Loren’s desk was. She was an agent, same as us. I never really spoke to her other than ahihere and there, but she seemed nice. And her desk was empty, though I’d had no idea she’d taken two weeks off.
“Where are you living, Pink?” Hunter accused, shaking his head at me as if not knowing that someone took days off was a crime.
“What did she do? Did she get a nose job? Because she needs one badly,” Eva said, picking up much faster than me.
“It’s worse—she went to Turkey to get a new pair of tits—forthree thousandbucks!” Patricia whisper-yelled.
“That bitch!” Eva cried.
“No way,” Hunter said, completely in awe. “Oh, man. I’m definitely a boob guy. How many CC’s?”
I narrowed my brows, no idea what he even meant.
“Apparently, she got five hundred,” Patricia said with a grin. “The surgery is done, she’s swollen to all hells, and she’s in the City right now, pretending to be in Europe.” She spoke so fast, I barely caught all the words.
“The bitch,” Hunter said. “I’m gonna message her on Instagram to ask how her family’s doing just to make her squirm.” He grinned like the devil when he pulled out his phone.