Roomie Wars Box Set

Slater is leaning back in his big brown leather chair rocking back and forth with his hands clasped together near his mouth. His striking good looks are a small distraction.

“Things have been difficult lately.”

“I can see. You have a lot on your plate.”

“I didn’t expect this to be hard work… the whole wedding-planning thing. I thought it was supposed to be fun, but all we ever do is fight.”

Slater remains quiet allowing me to speak, keeping his stare blank. “Drew’s been short-tempered, and everything about us doesn’t… I don’t know.”

He leans forward resting his elbows on the desk. “Zoey, what does your gut say?”

“It wants pizza.” I laugh.

“Have pizza. You’re beautiful. Your body is amazing. A few slices of pizza won’t stop you fitting into a wedding dress. Let me take you out tonight. There’s a great pizza place just outside of the city. It’ll be a great way to get your mind off things.”

It would be a great way to get my mind off things, but spending time with Slater, alone, will only anger Drew.

Unless he didn’t know.

I’m not doing anything wrong. Besides, he will be busy staring at tits and pussy. That’s so much worse than having an innocent pizza with a co-worker.

The same time I’m about to say yes, Mia bursts into Slater’s office with a flushed face. She bends over clutching onto her belly, instantly alarming both of us.

Shit! She can’t have the baby in here!

“Change of plans,” she announces, out of breath.

I quickly stand up grabbing onto her arm to support her weight. “Change of plans? Is the baby coming?”

“Bachelorette night has been moved to tonight. Your mom just called me. Your dad sprained his ankle tripping over something in the garden. She can’t come now and to top it off, the boat I had arranged the party on won’t take pregnant women. Something about being a liability… assholes.”

“Okay, so why tonight?”

“Because I scored last-minute reservations at that Teppanyaki restaurant you love.”

“No way,” I exclaim. “Mr. Miyagi’s?”

She nods with a proud smile. “Plus… a little something special for afterward.”

“Does it involve naked guys?”

“I’m not saying a word.” Mia squints, hiding her smile while lowering her head. Her jet-black hair, grown past her shoulders, covers her face.

“I should probably start drinking now,” I say with excitement looking forward to unwinding with the girls.

“Okay, I guess I’ll leave you guys to get back to whatever you need to get back to.” Mia’s eyes dart back and forth waddling away with a curious expression.

“So, raincheck on that pizza?” Slater suggests, pulling me back to his presence in the room. His attention is fixed on the screen, and the lingering glance that bothered me before Mia walked in has disappeared.

“Sure.” I follow through with a smile walking out of his office, and when out of his sight, run toward Mia’s desk to probe her about tonight.

***

“Open your mouth,” Mia shouts over the noise as the chef throws a prawn at my mouth which somehow lands on my breast. My shimmery rose-gold dress is quite low exposing massive cleavage. I peel the prawn off my skin, wiping myself with a napkin, all the while struggling to hold in my laughter.

The four of us, Mia, Gigi, my ex-neighbor, my friend, Callie, and I continue to laugh loudly, tears streaming down our faces as we struggle to contain ourselves. It started with some harmless vegetables being thrown at us, but by the time the seafood came out, we’re in a fit of hysterics. Especially when Callie missed, and the squid got mangled in her perfectly styled hair.

Gigi has a turn instantly catching the piece of tofu thrown at her. With a perfect catch, we cheer her on as she swallows the food. “That, my girls, comes with experience.”