Page 70 of Savage Prince
“Then why don’t you call Ari and have her work her little hacker-girl magic and find it? Then you can surprise the shit out of him when you scream it when you come.”
After what I saw today, I’m even more curious who the hell my stranger is.
Yve clearly doesn’t need me to reply, because she’s already decided what path I’m taking tonight.
“Call Ari right now and have her come meet you here. Tell her I’ve got something that’ll blow Hennessy’s mind, but she’s gotta bring her computer with her and come without him. I’m picking out some drop-dead sexy lingerie for you in the meantime.”
Yve sweeps off and heads for a rack of gorgeous bras and underwear.
“I was thinking red.”
She spins and shoots me a gorgeous smile. “Of course you were, girl. I got you.”
I pull up my emails and look to see if the auctioneer has responded.
Bingo.He has.
Nunya Holdings. It sounds exotic. Maybe he’s in some kind of international business?
Yeah, because that’s surely what kind of business leads to the weird handoff I saw this morning.
Yve’s right; it’s time to get some answers. I swipe through my contacts to find Ariel, and I hitCall.
“Please tell me you have that company name,” Ariel says. “I’ve been dying to start digging so we can figure out who your mystery man is. It literally kept me up last night, which actually resulted in three rounds of ... never mind. You got a name?” She barely breathes from the moment she answers the phone because she’s so busy talking.
“Yes. Yes, I do. Nunya Holdings.”
She bursts out laughing. “Nunya? Likenone of your business?”
“What? You’ve heard of it?”
Her laughter intensifies. “Dude. Wow. Okay, let’s back up. Have you ever asked a question someone didn’t want to answer?”
“Of course,” I reply, but I’m not following where her logic is headed. Maybe because she’s a genius and I’m definitely not?
“Has anyone ever repliednunya?As innone of your business?”
The pieces click together, and I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. “Are you telling me that company name is a joke?”
Her laughter cuts off. “I’d say it was named by someone who has an interesting sense of humor.”
“Tell her to come down. I’ve got goodies for her,” Yve says as she returns to my side, carrying a few different sets of red lingerie.
“Was that Yve?” Ariel asks.
“I’m at Pretty Kitty. She wants you to come down.”
“And bring your computer,” Yve adds.
“I don’t know why you didn’t lead with that. I’ll be on my way in ten. Be warned, I’m on day-four hair. It’s ninety percent dry shampoo at this point, and I’m not even going to apologize for it.”
Ariel is certainly one of a kind, I think as I say, “Got it.”
When I hang up, Yve holds up her handfuls of hangers. “Let’s get you in the fitting room. I can’t wait to see you in these so you can blow this guy’s mind.”
I follow her to one of the pale pink doors in the back of the shop that surround a cute little boudoir area, and wait outside while she hangs up her selections.
“If something doesn’t fit, let me know. Holler when you’re ready.”
