Victoria’s Secret Wish(50)

Notably missing from the festivities? The Glamorous Grants. No Victoria officiating–Cruise director Shawna did the honors–and no terrorist Brett “skulking about,” gathering recon. Word is they’ve both taken ill.

Or have they? God. Please don’t let them have some gnarly cruise-ship stomach bug the Gritty Gossip Girl is gonna catch! Do the Gossip Olfactories smell marital trouble? Or did Erotica’s Sweethearts just need to get away from their getaway? We can only hope Victoria finally noticed her husband’s philandering eye.

Until tomorrow,

G-G-girl



David whistled. “Damn. Some chick really has it in for you.”

Brett shrugged. “First time we’ve been called Erotica’s Sweethearts, at least to my knowledge.”

Actually, it was somewhat fitting. What kind of crazy nickname would the Gritty Girl come up with for him, and what he’d been doing with Vic and Britt?

She’d never have the chance.

“Grab your dish.” Britt pointed at the cart with his fork. “I ordered your usual five-protein omelet.” He hung a napkin around his neck–hilarious above his bare chest–sat tall, and tilted his nose up with a little sniff. “Shall we observe the action in the Sweet Spot Lounge while we dine?”

David grinned and put on his own nasal accent. “Yes, let’s.” This was miles more fun than eating at the buffet downstairs with all the other passengers.

Oh, wow. Especially when he saw what was onscreen. His friend Griffin bent that wild cabana girl Peyton over a sofa in the Sweet Spot, and went after it. Man, they were pretty hot together. Giving him wood. And not just because the participants probably didn’t know they were being watched–they had to have signed consent forms acknowledging security cameras anyplace on the ship. The passengers all had. Peyton was a little animal, taking anything Griffin could dish out.

“I gotta run,” Vic called from the patio door. “Catch you guys later.”

“What?” Britt stopped with his toast mid-air between his plate and mouth. “Where you off to?”

Vic was dressed in some fancy peach pantsuit, another one that clung in all the right places. The lady must have a fashion buyer or something. Hair pulled up tight, makeup perfect… Damn.

“Off to get today’s contest all set up, then I’ve got to meet with Mick, and…oh, several other appointments.”

Britt’s mouth hung open, then snapped shut. “Vic, you’ve not eaten, nor have you read our daily blog post. The condom contest was a smashing success!”

“Excellent. I’ll catch up on that later. I can’t think about it now. Bye!” she called over her shoulder, sounding completely casual.

So why did he get the impression she was running off?

Britt stared after her and grumbled. “Bloody appointments. What the blue hell?” When he noticed David staring, he pasted on a bullshit smile. “No worries. How shall we fill the day, then?”

First the alone time in the shower, and then ditching them. What was up with Vic?

David shrugged. “Hey, isn’t there another contest today? The one with the fucking machine?”

“Oh, yes. Shall we go observe? And how about we spend a little time in the casino beforehand? I could do with some serious poker.”

“Poke ’er in the pussy? That’s what my brother always calls it.”

“Best keep those jokes here,” Britt said. “Or at least don’t say them to me while we’re out and about, lest the Gossip Girl is lurking.”

“Is there really no way to stop her?” It seemed hard to believe they couldn’t control it.

“Tech changed the password two mornings ago, just as a shot in the dark. It didn’t stop her that night.”

“Which means it’s somebody on the inside. Who has access to the password?”

“Any number of staff members. Impossible to keep it completely shut down. My legal assistant back at the Mountain delivered a cease and desist to The Scoop and their site owners, but they’re only pulling the blog from a feed. As they pointed out, they’re under no contractual obligation for confidentiality, even if the person composing the blog material is. So it’s between us and her–whoever she is–assuming we can discover her identity.”

“Sounds like an employee if she can get the password.”

“Let’s just hope she’s a one-cruise wonder, and doesn’t return for the next voyage, or Vic might pop her top.”

“She seems to be dealing with it pretty well, this time.” Except for when she first read the posts.

Britt raised his brows. “Aye? Well, she’s had a bit of a diversion, this trip, wouldn’t you say?”