My Best Friend's Boyfriend

Logan

I sat at my desk staring at my computer screen as my mind barreled back to last night. Holy hell, as blind dates went, that had been terrible. I knew Adam. I knew he wasn’t the best male specimen, but Camilla had made it seem as if the only point of the date was to get her best friend hooked up or something. However, from the looks of it, that had only been Camilla’s interpretation. Adam had been a selfish asshole and Ava had looked like she had wanted to die with every second that crept by.

Camilla did have a way of only seeing things from her point of view.

“Hey there, Logan.”

“Adam, hey. Come on in. What’s up?” I asked.

“Just dropping off some paperwork. And I was wondering if you had talked with Camilla at all,” he said.

“Haven’t heard from Ava yet?”

“Oh, I’m not worried about it. She’s got a job. I have a job. People work. I don’t expect to hear from her until tonight anyway. Just didn’t know if you’d talked with her or anything.”

“Well, I saw Camilla briefly this morning, but she didn’t mention anything about last night.”

“You sure? Not a thing? Aren’t Ava and her, like, close or something?”

“Friends for years, yep.”

“Well, if she calls me, that’ll be cool. She will. But if she doesn’t, I’ve got a girl I can call to take out this weekend.”

“Wait, what?” I asked.

“Yeah. You remember the blond girl who came in to work with me the other day?”

“You had someone come in to work with you?”

“Just to visit. You know, on my lunch break.”

“Adam, you know your office here in my building is only for work purposes.”

“Of course. You know, like work purposes for you and Camilla.”

I bristled at his comment before I slowly stood.

“Your work space is only for work,” I said.

“Do you follow that rule?” Adam asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him as a small grin trickled across his slimy face. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

“I think you have some things you should attend to in your office. Alone,” I said.

“What about guests during hours that aren’t business? Maybe Ava would like to see where I work.”

“Out. Now. When you walk into this building, it’s professional—one hundred percent. You don’t want to keep it professional, I’ll find someone who does.”

“You should probably follow your own rules then.”

“For your information, Camilla never once got out of her car when she parked around back,” I said flatly.

Adam’s face fell before he let out a breathless chuckle.

“The next time you expect me to explain myself to you in any way, be ready to find yourself a new job, Mr. Humpbert.”

“Yes, sir,” he mumbled.

I stood my ground until he left my office, then slammed back into my chair. What the fuck? Adam was an absolute douchebag. How the hell could I have brought him on some stupid blind date for one of Camilla’s friends? Ava wasn’t just any friend, either. She was the friend, Camilla’s one and only confidant. I had to get in good with her from the beginning, because she was the kind of friend who’s opinion determined a person’s role in Camilla’s life. I could only imagine what she thought of me now after bringing that dickhead to meet her last night.

I’d never hung out with Adam outside work. I had merely picked him because he was the best-looking guy in my place of work, which was really the only place I frequented besides my apartment and Hunter’s place. But even with all that in play, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed how much of an asshole the man was. Part of me still wanted to fire him for coming at me the way he had. I obeyed the rules I had set forth for my company. And what I did with my girlfriend during my private time wasn’t something he could hold over my head as leverage.

Yep, that man was losing his job today. But first I had something else I needed to do.

Picking up my cell phone, I scrolled through my contacts. Ava’s number came up as an emergency contact in case something ever happened to Camilla while she was with me, but this particular phone call wouldn’t be an emergency. I dialed her number and held the phone to my ear, then picked up my pen and made a few notes on a sheet of paper.

“Logan? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Camilla’s not with me anyway,” I said.

“What’s up then? Why are you calling?” she asked.

“I wanted to personally apologize on behalf of my idiotic friend from last night.”

“Not your fault. He was the selfish one.”

“Well, he’s a little more than selfish.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing. Would you let me apologize to you? Maybe I could take you out to lunch to try to smooth things over?”