Page 61 of Asher Black (The Five Syndicates)
“If you say so. I trust you.” And then my best friend is back, smirk and all. “Have you fucked him yet?”
I scowl. “No, you perv! Can we not focus on my nonexistent sex life and talk about something else?”
“You’ve been living with Asher Black for a month, and you still haven’t gotten laid?! Now, I know you’re a lesbian.”
“I am not a lesbian,” I say just as a waiter approaches us. I recognize him from one of my genome labs.
“What’s wrong with lesbians?” he asks, a charming grin on his face, probably from catching two pretty girls talking about lesbianism.
“Nothing is wrong with being a lesbian.” I try to keep a blush off my face. “I’m just not one.” I hold up my left hand as proof.
We all eye the ring on my ring finger. It’s a beautiful 5-karat, princess cut diamond valued in the six figures. Monica was actually the one to give it to me. Asher was at a meeting in Los Angeles when she barged into the bedroom and threw the velvet ring box onto the bed. She gave me a vicious sneer and left without saying anything. The whole thing made me pity her.
Aimee’s eyes widen. “Wow, that’s some rock.”
“So, the rumors are true?” the waiter says. “When I didn’t see you in lab, I kind of assumed the worst.”
“And what would the worst be?” Aimee asks saucily. Her arms are crossed, and she has a defensive look on her face.
I love her for it.
He mumbles, “Ya know… That maybe she flunked out or switched class sections or… waskilledbyAsherBlack.”
“What was that last part?” Aimee asks for me.
He eyes Xavier warily, turning his body to put more distance between himself and Xavier’s table. It doesn’t really work, and it only makes Xavier more suspicious. I see him leaning forward, but I cut him off with a small shake of my head. He nods and relaxes in his seat.
The waiter says, a little slower this time, “I thought maybe she was killed by
Asher Black.”
“And why would you think that?” I ask.
“Because he’s in the mob.” His voice is defensive with a dash of hysteria.
“Allegedly,” Aimee butts in, like the best friend she truly is.
“I’ll take some carne asada fries,” Xavier says loudly from the next table over. He’s looking at the waiter, who fumbles and drops his pen.
“Oooh! Me, too!” I raise my hand like a child, eager to chase away the tension with some great food.
“Ditto.” Aimee leans back in her seat. Her arms are no longer crossed, and her facial expression is back to normal.
The guy nods his head and runs away, his face pointed downward and shoulders slumped. I almost feel bad for him. I make a mental note to tip him well.
“So, speaking of missing classes, how have you not been dismissed from Wilton? When I missed one of my business law sessions last week, I got a sternly worded email from the Dean of Jefferson.” She’s referring to the name of Wilton’s business school, the Jefferson School of Business. “Seriously, it made me feel like I was being spanked via email.” A canary grin stretches across her signature red lips. “Have you seen Jefferson’s dean? I’d let him spank me any day.”
When I don’t even groan at her one track mind, I realize how much I’ve missed her. “I bet your head is just a never ending stream of Tumblr porn.”
“Basically, and every guy featured is hung like a horse. And in this magical world of mental Tumblr porn, I have your 32 triple Ds.”
I cross my arms over my chest, self-consciously. “They’re only triple Ds at Victoria’s Secret. I swear, their cup sizes are one size too small. A C-cup at Victoria’s Secret is really a B-cup everywhere else.”
She nods her head in agreement. “Very true. It’s why I shop there.” She snaps the strap of her bra. “Gotta turn these Bs into Cs however I can.” She gives me a knowing look. “Stop changing the subject.”
She’s impossible.
“You’re the one that brought up your dean an—”
