She throws her hands up in the air. “Ugh, where do I start?” She holds her finger up. “Oh, I know, let’s start with the fact that there was a pubic hair on my desk this morning when I got to work.”
“What?” I gasp.
“That stupid wench from accounts is fucking somebody, and she’s doing it on my desk.”
I put my hand over my mouth and stifle a laugh. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She frowns, horrified. “I called the other girls into my office and we all agreed that the hair was definitely pubic. We had a two-hour discussion over it.”
My eyes widen. “What did you do?”
“Disinfected the hell out of everything, and then put a complaint into management.”
“I have no words.”
She shakes her head in disgust. “I do. Get a fucking room.” She pours herself a glass of wine, but she’s so distracted that it sloshes over the side. “It’s disgusting. Now everywhere I look in the office, I imagine her huge hairy vagina has been on it, getting pummelled.” She sticks her fingers down her throat to fake vomit. “Oh, and don’t even get me started on the kitchen. I’m never eating my lunch on that table again.”
I tip my head back and laugh. God, Lara is really riled up about this.
“Anyway.” She shakes her head. “How was your weekend?”
“Good.” I shrug, and I feel a little sadness creep back in. I’ve been bummed all weekend over Spencer not wanting me. I’m embarrassed and I wish the whole nightmare hadn’t happened.
She sips her wine and watches me. “What is that look?”
“I saw Spencer last week.”
She frowns. “What? Where?”
“He came to my work.”
“Spencer Jones? The Spencer from the other night? The one you kissed at the wedding?”
I nod with a sad smile.
Her mouth falls open and she leans against the table. “What did he want?”
“We went out for dinner.”
“What? Like, on a date?”
I nod and try to hide my smile. “He had the day off, and he waited outside work for me to finish.”
She sits back in her seat. “Holy shit.”
I shrug. “So, yeah, that happened.”
She frowns. “What exactly happened?”
“Nothing.”
Her eyes widen. “Charlotte... I am all for you finally going on a date and all, but with him? We both Googled him last week when you kissed him, remember?”
I twist my lips.
“He’s a total womaniser.” She tuts.
“I know that. I won’t see him again, don’t worry. It was just nice to do something out of the ordinary, you know?” I am not telling Lara the rest of the story. She just wouldn’t understand.