Page 38 of Sinful Lies

The last thing I needed was more small talk.

I locked the door behind me with a sigh of relief and went about my business.

But of course, when you go out of your way to avoid gossip, it has an annoying way of falling right into your lap.

“I’m hookin’ up with Angelo Lazzio tonight,” a girl chanted, her voice practically dripping with excitement.

I could tell it was definitely the blonde girl who had been sitting next to him.

“Stop! You’resolucky, Kiara! But I’ve heard some things… You have to confirm them tomorrow,” another girl gushed.

“Like what?”

A faucet splashed, then cut off abruptly.

“Okay, you know the weird girl with the bob who works at the Chanel store on 57th, Lindsay? She slept with him a few months ago, right after she styled him for that meet-and-greet with the president. She said he’s only into it from behind, no missionary or anything like that, and…”

The words hung in the air. Silence.

I leaned in, pressing my ear to the door, desperate to catch the rest.

“Well, what?” Kiara snapped, impatience lacing her voice.

I didn’t blame her. I was dying to know too.

The girl’s voice lowered, barely a whisper now. “He doesn’t… you know… godownon women.”

I slightly gasped behind the door, pressing my hand over my mouth to stifle it.

What?

What kind of weirdo skips the basic stuff? No missionary and no oral?

“Are you serious? That’s… that’s a red flag.”

“Yeah,” the other girl muttered. “But apparently he’s really,reallygood at other things. Like,exceptionallygood. The Chanel girl couldn’t stop talking about it for days.”

With that, the two girls giggled and left, their laughter fading as they disappeared down the hall.

I stood there for a moment, frozen.

Angelo Lazzio doesn’t fuck missionary and doesn’t like to go down on women.

What a boring man.

I slowly pulled myself together and washed my hands, my mind racing with confusion and curiosity.

If I had thought my boss was weird before, now I thought he was a straight-up sociopath.

How does someone like that function in the real world?

No going down… yet apparently he was some kind of sex machine?

I sighed and left, heading back to eat dinner in silence, pretending I wasn’t a tiny bit obsessed with everything I had just overheard.

Chapter

Nine

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