Page 85 of Illicit Education
“Yes, G, of course.” I reached up and patted her cheek.
Silence stretched out between us as we stood at the window, watching the world go by outside.
“Maybe we should go back there, check it out again.”
I turned to face her. “Really?”
“Well…” She paused. “I don’t think you should just jump into it, you know?”
I’m not.
“And, I don’t know, maybe I’d feel more comfortable with you making this decision if I spent more time there.”
I scoffed. “You literally just said that you’d become a member for Lacey in a heartbeat.”
“Yeah, but that’s me, Ry.” Greer shrugged. “It’s different.”
“Why?”
“Come on. Don’t make me spell it out.”
I crossed my arms. “No, please, spell it out.”
Greer rolled her eyes. “Well, you’re more…” She shrugged. “You’re moreread about itthan you arebe about it,you know what I mean?”
I ran my tongue over my teeth. “And you’re not?”
Greer leveled me with an incredulous look. “Please. Let’s not forget the reason you were even at White Rabbit in the first place.” She laughed. “I practically had to drag you into the store.”
“No, you didn’t–”
“Girl, it was a struggle to even get you into a corset five days ago.”
“Well, now I own four of them.” I lifted up my baggy pajama t-shirt to flash her my matching bra and panties. “And this.”
“Bow chicka wow wow. Who are you and what have you done with my RyRy?” Greer wiggled her eyebrows, then got serious again. “But still. Dressing the part doesn’t mean you’re ready to play the part.”
“They say to dress for the job you want, not the job you have.”
Greer snorted. “Girl, I just don’t think you’re really grasping what you’re about to do.”
I bristled at that statement. All that paperwork on the bed? I’d read every single word. Not to mention the two hours I’d spent picking Reed’s brain, or the hours of scouring the internet when I couldn’t sleep. Greer had gone toonefashion show. “What do you know about it?”
“More than you think.” She held my gaze but didn’t say anything further.
Hmm. Had she been to the Rabbit Hole more than just the one time?
We stayed locked like that for some time, until I realized my best friend wanted to keep this part of her life to herself.
With a huff, I sat on the edge of my bed. “I really want this, G. I want him.”
Watching me for another long moment of heavy silence, she finally sighed and sat down beside me. “Okay then. We’ll go.”
“You mean you support me?”
“Yes, stupid. When have I ever not?” She rolled her eyes again. “Okay, let me text Lacey.” She picked up her phone, then paused, looking up at me. “Unless you want to call Sir Whips A Lot and get an invite that way?”
I laughed and hit her with a throw pillow. “No way. And besides, he has the shareholders gala tonight. He won’t be there.”