“You look out of this world,” I told her with a smile.
“Being an accountant pays well.”
My brows raised. “Maybe I should change jobs. I’m clearly in the wrong career.”
“Hey, if you ever want to change occupations I’ll help you get started. It’s very lucrative.”
I took a seat opposite her. She’d already ordered me a coffee so I lifted the mug and took a sip.
“I’m not good with numbers,” I told her truthfully. “Isn’t that kind of important for accountants?”
“What about penises?”
I nearly sprayed my coffee over the table at that odd comment. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with mischief, but she was serious.
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried one,” I admitted.
Kyra raised a brow as she wrapped her hands around her own mug. “I didn’t have you pegged as a taco lover.”
“Tacos? Who doesn’t love tacos?”
She laughed, and I felt like I wasn’t on the same page as her. “I don’t really mean tacos. I mean… hoo-hahs.”
I gave her a blank look. I had no idea what she was talking about.
She leaned forward and said, “Vaginas.”
I was sure my face was on fire. It wasn’t unusual for Kyra to talk like this, but for some reason it always embarrassed me. Maybe it was my lack of experience.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” I hissed at her, glancing around to make sure we weren’t overheard.” She leaned back in her seat, grinning. “And no. I’m just… a virgin. Okay?”
She didn’t judge me for that, which I was grateful for. I already felt embarrassed that I was still carrying around my v-card. Most people my age were sexually active.
“The offer still stands. You’d make an excellent accountant.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what we were talking about and what kind of accountancy she did, but I got the feeling it didn’t really include numbers.
“Thanks for the offer. I’ll think about it.”
She grinned. “Think carefully.”