Page 77 of The Sebastian Guarantee
“What does that mean?” her ex barked.
She sighed. This was exhausting. “It’s something silly from when we were kids.” She looked between the men. If she didn’t get them moving, there was a very good chance the next thing to happen would be the two of them whipping out their junk to see which was bigger. “Oh my God,” she murmured.Holy penis problems!With Sebastian behind her and Jeremy in front of her, a realization hit. She was quite literally stuck between two men, and she was intimately acquainted with both of their naughty bits. “Seb’s is bigger. Way bigger,” she mumbled.
“What’s bigger?” Jeremy asked.
“Don’t you know it,” Sebastian quipped.
She could feel her cheeks burning. If anyone needed the crisp bite of mountain air, it was her. “Let’s go for that walk.” She tossed the LETIS letters onto the side table, then channeled the energy of an Olympic speed-walker and busted out of the room like it was on fire, freeing herself from being sandwiched between big dick (and small dick) energy. But the reprieve was short-lived, and the men quickly caught up to her.
“Phoebe, would you like to hang out at the barbecue tonight?” Jeremy asked, trying to take her hand.
She crossed her arms. “I—” she began, but Sebastian swooped in.
“She’ll be too busy strategizing with me and weighing her investor options. I saw you at breakfast and lunch, Drewler,” the man continued. “You know as well as I do that investors are salivating over her.”
“Then you can scamper off,” Jeremy shot back. “I’m sure my tech knowledge and guidance would be far superior to whatever you do. I’m not sure international playboy is an actual profession that could offer Pheebs any solid advice.”
“I’m not a playboy, and Pheebs doesn’t need tech guidance. If you haven’t noticed, she’s a tech genius. What she needs is strategic business advice from someone who genuinely cares about her, holds a business degree, and has been instrumental in expanding an actual business.”
Jeremy smirked. “Your family business. I believe they call that nepotism.”
These two were bickering like an old married couple as they entered the main hall.
Phoebe’s pulse skyrocketed. “What I need is—”
“An offer to invest in the Munch Match app,” a short, squatty man interjected, charging toward her.
If another man interrupted her, she would scream.
She stared at the guy. “Who are you?”
“Don’t bother with him,” a lanky older gentleman bellowed, edging his way in front of the short guy. “I’d like to speak with you first. Did you get my LETIS card?”
She took a step back. Men migrated toward her like the investor version of a zombie movie, and it appeared as if she were the zombie main course. She needed an escape plan. She peered up at Sebastian but found him as giddy as a schoolboy.
He rubbed his hands together like a mad scientist. “What did I tell you? You’re the belle of the ball.”
Ball was right—no, more likeballs. Men were coming at her from all sides. It didn’t take a genius to deduce that the big and little dick energy was nearing catastrophic levels. Panic tore through her as a crowd formed.
“Phoebe, are you interested in modeling the latest fashion trends for sponsors?”
“Phoebe, we’d love to partner with you. Are you willing to wear a bikini?”
“Phoebe, we’re willing to pay top-dollar for Munch Match.”
“Phoebe, you could be a millionaire by tomorrow if you work with us.”
“Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!”
“Water?” came a woman’s smooth voice, cutting through the chorus of male mooing.
Phoebe swept her gaze through the mass of men and caught the eye of a tall woman in a white turtleneck with a bottle of good old H2O in her hand. It was the same woman in white Sebastian seemed to recognize.
Whoever the hell she was, she offered hydration, and that was a godsend.
“Thanks,” Phoebe stammered, accepting the item. She twisted off the cap, tossed it into the tittering swarm, then chugged it like she’d majored in keg stands in college.
Sufficiently hydrated, she surveyed the scene as her water angel disappeared behind a wall of men. This was too much. She needed to get out of there. But how would she disperse these dudes?
