Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,110

you look so giddy?”

She shakes her head vehemently. “I’m not. I’m concerned.”

I roll my eyes. “We ended up sparring about his dick size.”

Reed sets down a drink in front of me. “I’m just going to leave this right here. I’ll be in my office if you need me,” he says more to Victoria than me.

“Thanks, Reed.”

“Thanks, baby,” she says and gives him those giant heart-shaped emoji eyes. Let me stick my finger down my throat now.

Reed leaves and we hear a door shut down the hall.

“Let’s go back to the dick size thing.” Victoria places her chin in the palm of her hand, her attention focused completely on me.

“It was nothing. I made a joke about it being small and he countered.”

“So, he’s not small, I take it?” she asks.

I shake my head.

“Let me get this straight.” She inhales a deep breath, almost like she’s gathering her thoughts. “You were face-to-face with your ex after five years and neither of you talked about anything other than his dick size?”

When she says it like that, it does sound a tad juvenile, but I wanted to hit him where it hurt.

“We said other things too,” I say mulishly.

“You’re still hot for him.” She doesn’t pose it as a question, but an accusation.

“Not at all.” I shake my head.

She raises her eyebrows and sits back in her chair with her mouth twisted to the side.

“Listen, I can’t deal with him. You have to be his point of contact.”

“Tell Hannah, she’ll gladly get rid of him.” She shrugs.

“No. He’s doing it pro bono although I suspect it’s his firm that’s making him do it. Because the Dean I knew never would’ve agreed to that.”

“The Dean you know wouldn’t have become a tax attorney.”

She’s right. I might know his dick size, but other than that, I know nothing about the man I saw earlier tonight.

“True. Regardless, I’m not going to mess that up for the foundation. How often will Hannah need to use his services anyway? I’ll keep my distance. He’s probably still a playboy anyway.” I ignore the gut-churning emotion as my mind wanders to memories of him with a bunch of ladies around him, clamoring for his attention whenever we were out.

“I think the two of you should have a conversation. Hash it out and maybe you can at least have a civil relationship.”

Victoria, my sweet and naive Victoria who has a daughter with her ex and still has to deal with him. But me, I don’t have to.

“We don’t have kids together. I can loathe him until I’m buried six feet deep which I intend to do.” I take a gulp of the mule drink Reed made me. “Man, did he work his way through law school by being a bartender?”

“Reed never had to work his way through anything.” She rolls her eyes.

“I resent that comment,” Reed hollers from the other room.

“I thought you were hidden away in the office,” I say.

“Well, you’re talking dick sizes with my girlfriend. I wanted to see what might be said.”

“Concerned about your length or girth?” I joke, and Reed walks in with a bag of chips in his hand, munching away.

“Wanted to make sure Vic wasn’t complaining about me being too big.” He winks, and his smile says he’s kidding. He might be the last of the good ones.

“What do you think, Reed? Hash it out with the ex or let the bitterness burn?” I sip my drink and Victoria puts her hand out for chips. Reed tilts the bag toward her in a silent language I’ve only ever had with one other person my entire life.

“No kid, I say let it burn baby.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“Reed!” Victoria shakes her head and leans back in her chair popping another chip in her mouth. “That’s not good for your soul.”

“My soul died a long time ago.” Reed and I share a laugh while Victoria rolls her eyes at us and puts her hand back out for some chips. Reed pretends to keep the bag from her, and she fights before he relents.

“I need to leave you guys alone.” I push my chair out from the table and stand.

“We’ve barely talked about this.”

“If she’s gotta go, babe.” Reed winks at me. “Kidding of course.”

Is it national winking day or something?

“Yeah, kidding.” I finish my mule and take the glass into the kitchen.

“Stick around, we can talk or veg out with ice cream. I’m sure Reed will understand if you want to go out.”

“Go out?” Reed asks.