“Password?”
He smirked. “Suck.”
“Get out of here. You just changed yours.”
He shook his head. “Nope. It’s one of my favorite words for a multitude of reasons. You suck is grumbled under my breath at people at least once a day. And, of course, who doesn’t love a good suck?”
“You’re a perv.”
“Says the woman whose password is fuck.”
“I made my password fuck because I could never remember what my password was, and every time I entered the wrong one, I would grumble fuck. Baldwin suggested I just make it fuck the last time I was locked out of my own phone.”
“Baldwin?”
Our eyes caught. “The guy in the photo.”
Drew nodded.
For some reason, talking about Baldwin to Drew made me feel uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. Typing suck into his iPhone, I said, “Let’s see what I lear
n about you, counselor.”
Drew clasped his hands behind his head and sat back in his chair, watching me. “Have at it.”
I found the photos icon and opened it. Seeing nothing, I went to the camera app and opened it. Nothing was there either.
“You have no photos? I thought this was an exercise to learn about each other.”
“It was.”
“And what exactly did I just learn about you with a camera full of nothing?”
“You learned I don’t play fair.”
Drew
What an ass.
Me. Not the shapely one I was just caught staring at. Although…what an ass.
Emerie had been leaning over the reception desk to reach for my ringing office phone when she caught me leering at her succulent rear end. The polite thing would have been to look away, pretend I wasn’t checking her out. But what did I do? I winked.
Again. What an ass.
And now, Emerie stared at me as she continued to talk on the phone. Things went one of two ways when a woman caught you red-handed ogling her. She flirted back, or…
Emerie hung up the phone and walked down the hall toward me with purpose. Her face was impassive, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.
She stopped at the doorway and crossed her arms over her chest. “Were you just checking out my ass?”
So this was heading the other way, where the object of the ogle calls you out on your shit. I mimicked her stance, folding my arms across my chest, too.
“Do you want me to lie?”
“No.”
“It’s a great ass.”