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“Oh come on, it’s not like you haven’t asked the same question.”
“I actually haven’t.”
“What?” Hope stares at May with a gaping mouth. “How is that possible?”
“I haven’t had the opportunity yet. I was working up to it. Then you waltz in, and start asking. What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have a house to build, or a damned TV program to film?”
I instantly freeze. “Shit,” I whisper. “They can’t know I’m here,” I say to Hope. “Please.”
“Hey, I’m not gonna say anything to anyone.” Hope steps backward as she raises her hands in surrender.
With trembling hands and a quickened pulse I finish with the frittata. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so irrational.”
“Irrational?” Hope’s voice is elevated. “Irrational? It’s justified in this instance. You don’t know us well enough to know if we’re keepers of secrets, or if we’ll hire a plane and skywrite it.”
I sprinkle cheese on top of the frittata and place it in the broiler to finish cooking. “Well...you didn’t answer Hope’s question,” May says after a moment of awkward silence.
“I haven’t?” I keep an eye on breakfast to make sure it doesn’t burn.
“Can our president move his hips, or not?” I turn to look at May and Hope, who are both eagerly waiting for my reply. “Can he?”
I shake my head as I laugh. “I can neither confirm or deny if the president of the United States is a generous,” I pause and tap my finger to my lip as I think of the words to describe him. “Determined, explosive and incredibly mind-blowing lover. Nope, I cannot confirm or deny.” I squat and notice the cheese bubbling under the broiler. I turn it off and with a tea towel, remove breakfast and set it on top of the range.
Turning, I see Hope leaning against the island counter, while May’s staring at me with an arched brow. “Is he big?” Hope asks. “Like big?” She tries to indicate in size and waits for me to respond.
“Sorry, I signed an NDA.”
“That means shit now that the entire planet knows he forked you good and proper.” May slaps Hope. “What was that for?”
“Forked her?”
“Yeah, like stick a fork in me, I’m done. Tell me he’s good? Please, tell me he’s at least ten inches.”
“Ten inches?” May shakes her head at Hope. “If he was ten inches, that poor girl would be split in two. Anyway, he’d be a porn star, not the president if he was ten inches.” May huffs and rolls her eyes. “He’s probably five inches.”
Both May and Hope stare at me, waiting for any tendril of confirmation. I point to myself. “Signed an NDA.”
“Oh, that’s bullshit,” Hope and May both echo. “I tell ya, that’s bullshit.” May lifts her hand and points at me.
“He’s probably two inches hard,” Hope adds and snorts.
“You two aren’t going to give up until I tell you, are you?” I look around the kitchen. “Plates?”
“I’ll set the table.” Hope walks around the counter and opens the cupboards like she lives here. “The kid is here somewhere too, right?”
“She’s reading.”
“A book nerd? Yeah, I’m digging that.” Hope takes out four of everything. I guess she’s joining us for breakfast.
“So, tell me, I won’t say anything to Hope,” May whispers when Hope leaves the kitchen.
“I heard that.” Hope quickly returns and stands with May. Both are staring at me.
“I’ll say this about Bennett, he’s above average.”
Hope’s eyes light up and she turns to May and holds her hand up, which May responds with a high five. They’re like little kids. “Yes, I’ve always thought he was hot and secretly I hoped he’d be stellar between the sheets.”
“And in the shower, and over a table,” I murmur though I know they’re both listening.
