Our Way

“Really? Thank you.”

Turns out I was wrong about Henry. He’s not sleazy, he’s just weirdly honest, and he’s like that with everyone he speaks to. So far, this week he has told our receptionist that he dislikes her perfume, and then another that her skirt is too short. The girls were having a laugh in the lunchroom about when they first met him and how wrong their first impressions of him were. I didn’t tell them what he said to me, of course, but hearing their stories most definitely put me at ease with him.

“You heading off?” I ask.

“Yes. Going to the gym before I need to give myself liposuction.”

I giggle. “Okay, have fun.”

He smiles, and with a wave, he takes off down the hallway, and I continue packing up my desk. Everything is falling into place except with Nathan. That feels like it’s falling apart.

At least I’m going out to dinner with the girls tonight. I would love to talk to them about it and get their thoughts, but I can’t. They are both friends with Nathan and me, and if I tell them that we had a moment in bed, it will become a thing. And I don’t want anyone to know, and I can’t trust them not to tell the boys…because then it will be a big thing and it will snowball out of control.

Ugh, what a mess.

I pick up my bag and make my way to the elevator. I’m eating all the food tonight.

The diet is officially over.

“So, anyway,” Jolie says as she waves her wineglass in the air. “I have a confession.”

“What?” Brooke asks.

We are at our favorite Thai restaurant.

“I may have…” She pauses as she looks between us. “I may have called Santiago today.”

“The porno guy?” Brooke frowns.

I screw up my face. “What?”

“I can’t stop fucking thinking about him.” Jolie grins. “He’s so damn hot, and did you see the way he fucks?”

Brooke’s eyes widen. “You can’t be serious!”

“I am.” Jolie sips her wine as if totally convinced. “I need it. I’ve dreamt of having sex with him every night this week. He’s had me in every position possible. I’m desperate to go to sleep at night.”

“You’re going to end up being just another pussy on his phone, being shown to other women when he picks them up to fuck them,” I warn her.

“I don’t care. In fact, I think that’s half the attraction. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You have to admit it.”

I stare at her, horrified. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

“He most definitely has diseases.” Brooke huffs into her wine glass. “All of them.”

“He had a rubber on in the videos.”

Brooke and I look at each other and burst out laughing. “How close were you watching? Were you studying it?” I ask.

“Very fucking close.” She mutters dryly as she sips her wine. “He’s calling me tonight.”

“Oh God.” I wince.

“You’re going to meet him?” Brooke gasps.

“No. I’m going to get him to dirty talk me for a while. I need some phone love.”

“Don’t meet up with him yet,” I warn her. “Find out if he’s a serial killer first.”