Page 48 of Billionaire’s Game

“Yeah, the host, Jackie Cee, is so energetic. Don’t you think? She’s an amazing host.”

“Definitely,” I nodded. I had no idea who she was talking about. I hadn’t watched long enough or paid enough attention to even know who the host was.

“And that co-host, Spike Kristoff, he’s a riot... don’t you think?”

I grunted a yes and pretended to be interested in what was going on outside. Of course, nothing was going on, so I just stared intently at various buildings that we passed on the way to work every day, hoping Lacey wouldn’t notice that I was trying to dodge her questions.

She was silent, so I looked back at her and saw the wide smile on Lacey’s face. That could only mean one thing: I was busted.

“Lesli, answer me honestly, did you spend your evening bumping uglies with Magnus? Because if you did, this is a judgment-free zone.”

I sputtered. “What! What gave you that idea? Oh my gosh, Lacey. Get your head out of the gutter. I told you that we watched the show and that’s all we did. For hours.”

“Really? For hours?”

“Yep,” I lied.

She continued to grin as if she’d caught me, but I wasn’t going to confess anything. She didn’t have concrete evidence. She was just guessing. “If you watched it for hours then you’d know there isn’t a co-host. And the host is a he, not a she.”

I opened my mouth to refute her statement, but it was clear that I had walked into her trap.

Lacey clapped her hands together in excitement, keeping the steering wheel straight with just her knees.

“Hands on the wheel, please,” I muttered.

She placed her hands back on the wheel, but kept glancing at me from the corner of her eye. “Oh-em-gee. You got laid, didn’t you? That’s why you didn’t show up at work yesterday, you were exhausted from all the dirty sex you were having with Magnus.”

I covered my ears like a child and started humming. “Lalalalalalalalala.”

Lacey was still carrying on as she pulled into a parking space in front of Ophelia’s Angels. I was still yelling, “Lalalalalalalalala,” at the top of my lungs like a crazy person, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I couldn’t hear a word she was saying and I smiled at her smugly as she shook her head at me, when suddenly a loud knock sounded at our window. I looked up and to my surprise, Magnus stood there looking bemused.

Lacey stopped talking and I stopped humming.

“Are you ladies ok?”

I instantly remembered that my hands were over my ears. I lowered them, glowered at Lacey and slid out the car.

“We’re fine. Move along,” I said stiffly, sounding like a police officer. “There’s nothing to see here.”

I could hear Lacey giggling from the driver’s seat. I wanted to elbow her, but I wasn’t close enough to do any damage. So disappointing.

“Ok then...” he said, backing up since I’d practically barked at him. “I guess I’ll just move along then. See you inside.”

I ignored him, but glanced at him as he walked away. The man had a perfect backside and I remembered exactly how it felt when I had my legs wrapped around it.

“I can’t remember the last time I had sex,” Lacey said unceremoniously as she got out the car. “Jude and I try sometimes but normally we both pass out during foreplay because we’re so drained by the time we actually get to bed.”

“Thanks for the information.”

“You’re welcome,” she chirped.

We made our way to the front of the building with Lacey smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“And don’t think that I didn’t know you and Jude planned that whole kid invasion the other night.”

“What? Us? Plan something so underhanded?” She pretended to look hurt. “Gosh, Lesli, your accusations are just plain malicious.”

“Give me a break. You’re a terrible actress.”