Page 61 of The Dis-Graced

“I think I’d better be on my way,” I say in an icy tone.

I throw my napkin from my lap to my table, but Steph grabs my wrist before I can rise from my chair.

“Gracey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just, well, ya got a nice set of ta tas, and maybe all this is a sign that you shouldn’t be hiding them from the world.”

As angry as I am, what she’s said is so absurd, I can’t help but break out into laughter.

Steph smiles, and I smile in return, trying not to let my offense come between us.

“So, tell me about this hot billionaire guy!” she enthuses.

“Hot billionaire guy? You mean Drake?”

She waggles her brow at me.

“I-I can’t talk about him. I can’t even reveal that I’m working for him.”

Steph pouts her lip out, which has no effect on me because I’m not one of her many lovers.

“Look, as soon as I can reveal the details, you’ll be first on my speed dial,” I say. “

“I better be! A friend of mine said she screwed that brother of his, Devon. He disappeared soon after, though. I have it on good authority that he’s in and out of rehab.”

“Oh, well, I wouldn’t know about that. I hadn’t even realized he had been to rehab, and my brother is BFFs with Drake.”

“God, there’s four of them! What a porno that would make.”

“What?” I say, blinking my eyes in shock.

“Yeah, you’d have to go DP, but you’d run out of holes, so you’re going to have to take two in one.”

“Are you really talking about double penetration during dinner? Please say I’m not hearing you correctly.”

I’m so utterly engrossed in the train wreck of a conversation Steph is carrying on with, that I don’t hear the waitress until she speaks.

“Oh, well, I was just going to drop off this check, but I think I’m gonna stay awhile.” The waitress looks from Steph to me and back to Steph again. All three of us break out into laughter.

“How about I double penetrate my mouth by ordering a piece of your ultra-chocolate cake and a skillet cookie.”

The server looks to me.

“It’ll be a foursome.”

“You think I’m gonna share with you?” Stephanie says.

“Calm down, it’s not like I’m moving in on one of your men.”

“Maybe she’d take his grandfather though,” the waitress mutters under her breath.

Steph and I turn our heads to the waitress, who realizes her blunder and immediately begins to stammer out an excuse. “I-I didn’t mean—”

“Cut the shit and get us the check,” Stephanie snaps, and the waitress rushes from the table.

“I’m gonna get her fucking mana—”

“No,” I say with downcast eyes.

“She has no right to—”