“Romantic,” Giselle said.
“She asked me to give her a lesson,” I explained, pissed that she was knocking my date. “Do you have a better idea?”
Her eyes widened. Was she surprised I’d challenge her in front of Kason? “Oh, I don’t know.”
“No, I’m curious. What would be a better date?” I insisted.
“Dinner at a nice restaurant,” she said.
“Boring,” I clipped.
Her head hitched back.
“A sleigh ride?” she tried again.
“Cliché,” I said matter-of-factly.
Her tight lips told me she was pissed that I was making this difficult. Hey. She was the one with all the questions.
“She’s probably hoping Thayer will put his hands all over her on the mountain,” Kason added.
“I’m sure you won’t have a problem doing that,” Giselle said.
“I plan to take full advantage of the opportunity,” I assured her.
“I don’t doubt it,” Giselle said before she turned toward Kason. “Hey, Kase. Did Thayer tell you about his wild night after your victory?”
Kason looked at me. “Wild night?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but Giselle cut me off.
“Oh yeah. He had like five or six girls in his hotel room.”
“What?” Kason asked. “Why don’t I know this?”
Again, I tried to respond, but Giselle spoke first.
“Great question, Thayer. Why wouldn’t you tell your best friend about your wild escapades?” she probed.
“It never really came up,” I said, wondering why she was pushing my buttons like this.
“He told me they were gonna have pillow fights and everything,” she continued.
“No shit?” Kason asked me.
“I was beyond wasted,” I explained. “I barely even remember that night.”
Giselle’s eyes narrowed, calling bullshit on my story.
“Oh, actually, now that you mention it, I do remember Gino showing up. That was nice of him. He’s a hell of a guy,” I said, never wanting to push her buttons more than I did in that moment.
“He was in your room, too?” Kason asked, completely not following.
“That definitely would’ve been interesting,” I mused. “No, he just showed up when Giselle was reading me the riot act. You know. Safe sex and all that.”
Kason looked to her. “Seriously? You don’t think Thayer can handle himself? Of all my friends, he’s the least likely to have a threesome.”
“Dude, it was like a six-some,” I corrected, completely for Giselle’s benefit. In all honesty, I passed out after fighting with her, and the girls were gone when I woke up in the morning.