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don’t want to see,” Silvia assured me as she jumped up from her chair and went back out to the lobby.
    Vicky didn’t even have the decency to blush. “It’s okay, Katie. You don’t have to look. We all know you’re a little on the shy side. It’s not a crime.” She flashed a friendly smile in my direction, and I was instantly suspicious.
    I had no idea when we had become frenemies. We’d never been close or anything, but we’d never been adversaries, either. “It’s just a little too much information for me, Vic.” I flashed my teeth in a wicked grin. “There’s not much uncharted territory left for you now, is there?”
    “As a matter of fact…” she started.
    I rolled my eyes. “There’s nothing left that you could do or say that could gross me out any more than what I’ve already heard.”
    “I’m having my anus bleached,” she deadpanned.
    “That’s my cue,” Phil said and nearly ran out of the back.
    “You’re kidding, right?” I almost laughed, but her expression was so serious. “Anal bleaching? Where do you come up with this stuff?”
    “I’m not joking. My husband found something on the internet about it, and I thought he might like that, so I’m having it done to surprise him. What man wouldn’t want their wife’s anus to be fresh and new?”
    “Fresh and new?” I was completely flabbergasted. I didn’t know whether to laugh or shudder with revulsion. I wondered what kind of internet search her husband had been doing when he ran across that bit of information.
    Silvia walked back into the room and looked between my face and Vicky’s. “Let me guess. She told you about having her asshole bleached? Why anyone would spend good money on something like that, I’ll never know. If I’m going to fork out that much money to make something look new and fresh, it’s going to be something people get to see a little more often. And the vaginal rejuvenation brochures she anonymously left on my desk is not an option either.” Silvia grabbed an incoming fax and zipped back to her office.
    I didn’t waste any more time. I sent my fax and went to my desk to prepare for my morning appointments. I was pulling up the daily rate sheets when Vicky slipped into my office and dropped into the chair across from me.
    I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Still trying to shock me?”
    “No. I just wondered if you were sleeping with Cooper yet.” She rocked back in the chair and put her feet up on my desk.
    My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”
    “Oh, don’t play coy. You heard me. Are you sleeping with Cooper?”
    “First of all—and this is really the most important thing—that is absolutely none of your business. I’m offended you would even ask.”
    Vicky opened her mouth to speak, and I held up one finger. “That being said,” I continued, “I don’t think you’re capable of leaving it at that, so I will tell you no, I haven’t slept with Cooper.”
    “You forgot the ‘yet.’ You haven’t slept with Cooper yet .”
    “There is no yet . I’m his banker; he’s my client. I don’t think the bank would appreciate me crossing that line.”
    “Well, if you aren’t going to cross it, I might. I just thought it would be fair to warn you first.” Vicky stood and wrapped her hand around the door handle.
    “You’re married!”
    She laughed. “I didn’t say I want to marry him. I want to do the horizontal mambo with him.” She swiveled her hips.
    “Vicky, people don’t actually say ‘horizontal mambo’ anymore. That’s ridiculous.” I was getting hysterical.
    “They may not say it anymore, but believe me, Katie, they still do it.”
    “What… what about your husband?”  
    “My husband likes to watch.” She tossed that out with a shrug and left, only to poke her head back in two seconds later.
    “Oh, and one more thing…” she whispered just loud enough for me to hear. “I would ask him where he gets all that money you’re investing for him, because the way I