Chapter Thirty-Two #2
The vibe here is electric, and there are many other wacky pop-ups that I’m already planning my lunch break around.
The Munch Bunch, which is giving out free samples of edible undies; Fifty Shades of Gay, since G Blow and Tell—I think they sell flavored lubricants?
—and lastly, Lord of the Cock Rings, which is self-explanatory.
I’m also eyeing Star Whores—looks like they have fun lightsabers—
“Josie! What a surprise to see you here!”
Oh, crapsticks! I blink, staring into the face of that weird Niles von Redscarf, from the other night in the shop. Mr. Amex Black Card is dressed to the nines; from his chinos to his forehead, there’s not a wrinkle in sight. His face is so rigid, it kind of looks…dead. Ew.
“Hey. Here to explore, or are you on a mission for something specific?” I keep my tone light, aiming for breezy and nonchalant.
Like I’m not at all creeped out that the guy who spent hours lurking around Grace we can do a girls’ day. It’s a way fancier olive branch than a lemon cake.
And maybe we’ll be able to reconnect after we’ve relaxed.
“Enjoy,” he says.
Then I watch him turn and beeline toward a booth called Cock, Paper, Scissors, which looks very BDSM. Well, whatever gets you off.