“I’m really not,” Gianna peeled her hands down, away from her eyes. “I… that box that your card was on, it was for Athena. Those… items… were for her.” Athena. The sex goddess. Yep. That made sense. Riley’s entire face, chest, and neck felt like they were on fire, and she stared back at Gianna. In the darkened room, massage oil and wine on the table next to them, and… in tandem, they both broke down into laughter.
