“Um, are those finger marks?”
I glanced down. “Of course not.” I tugged my yoga pants to the side and gasped. “What the hell is that?”
“I’d say love bruises, but you’d be in a better mood if they were.”
“Thanks.”
Lu shrugged. “I speak truth.”
I held my hand out for the balm.
She handed it over, still eyeing the faint fingerprints on my hip. He hadn’t touched me that roughly, but it was almost as if he’d branded me. “Hmm.”
“I’ll kick you out and steal your wine.”
“Testy, testy.” She stood and plucked the menu out of my hands. “Go chill out. I’ll order for us.”
Guilt clawed at me. “I’m sorry.”
She waved me away. “You’re just in denial and cranky with it. As soon as you get a few orgasms under your belt, it’ll clear you right up.”
“It’s not like I have a disease.” But I sat back down and held my wine against me. Would it be too much to get a straw?
“Your usual?”
I stood up and grabbed one of my silicone straws. Fuck it. “Yes, please.”
While Luna called for food, I flicked open my phone.
PMS: I regret our unfortunate lunch interruption. I hope you’ll be returning tomorrow. On time.
I propped my head on my hand. Only PMS would put a reprimand into an apology.
Miss Moon: Do I get any bonus points (bucks) for dealing with a douchey dad?
PMS: My father is the head of this law firm. He’s not a… All right, perhaps his lapse in judgment would be considered ill-advised.
I blew raspberries at my phone. That was an understatement.
“You wouldn’t be blowing raspberries at me, would you?” Lu tossed her phone on the table.
“No.”
Her eyebrow winged up and her blue eyes sparkled.
I slurped the last of my wine out of my cup. “If you must know, it’s PMS.”
“Oh? Texting after hours?” She picked up her deck again.
“Would you quit it?”
“Did I mention glowing red aura?”
I refilled my cup. “I’ll admit to a teensy bit of attraction, but again, he’s my boss. That’s a no fly zone. I might be out of the loop when it comes to office politics, but even I know that much.”
She shrugged. “Only for a week. Bang it out when the week is over.”
I toyed with the end of my straw. “Tempting.”