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say I don't get how Jenny went once. I sort of want to go
again. It was—fun.”
    “You had fun?”
    “I did, so
please tell Jenny I said thank you.”
    She sighs. “I
fucking hate you. Fine, I will. Fuck you. Are we on for drinks later?”
    “Yes! Six?”
    “Okay.”
    “Okay. Bye.” I
hang up, biting my finger and contemplating the entire twenty-four hours.

 

Chapter Five

 
    I push away
all my crazy thoughts and dive into my work. I remember several companies I had
been tracking and saving for a risk taker. I don't even notice I’ve finished
the day when Brandon comes back in the office. He looks taken aback. “What is
going on with you? Did you actually get some work done?”
    I lift my gaze
from the computer and nod, blinking the strain off. “Yeah. What time is it?”
    “Six. Did you
find anything for Logan and Hugh?”
    I nod but the
time picks at my brain. “What do we have on the calendar for tonight?”
    He shrugs. “I
have drinks with Hugh.”
    “Drinks,
shit!” I jump up and run for the door, grabbing my bag. “I’m late meeting Bec
for drinks.”
    We hurry to
the elevator together. He’s glowing from the prospect of drinks with Hugh, I
can see the excitement on his handsome face. “So Hugh, huh?”
    He nods
nervously.
    “He seems
pretty cool.” I add, regardless of not even noticing him beyond the smooth
talking and soft hands.
    “It’s weird
‘cause he’s a client, but I think he’s sort of Logan’s assistant, so it’s not
too bad.”
    I nudge him.
“Just don't over think it.”
    The elevator
dings to the lobby and we rush out together, splitting at the door with waves.
    When I get to
the bar it’s packed as usual and full of nothing but the regular sausage party.
Well, and Bec, who looks annoyed at my tardiness. It’s surprising she’s early.
“Hey.” I sit down and sigh, leaning back in the booth she picked for us. Thank
God it is not a round table in the middle of the floor. I feel like we are on
display there.
    “Hey,” she
sighs too, passing me the drink she ordered for me. Something about her is
weird.
    “Oh my God, my
day was crazy.” I yawn, taking a sip of my wine and notice she has a hickey on
her collarbone. Her shirt is off to the side, showing it off. I point at it.
“What are we nineteen? What is this?”
    “Uhh well,
it’s nothing.” She hangs her head, groaning. “It was a little too hot and heavy
earlier this morning. I thought I put erase paste on it.” She lifts her head,
narrowing her gaze. “But that's not why we’re here, is it? So you can’t talk
about it at all?” She clenches her fist in frustration.
    “Nope.” I
shake my head. “But if you guessed stuff and I just nodded, it wouldn’t be me
telling you per se.” I wink at her.
    She rubs her
hands together. “I see, uhhh. Okay, umm . . . did you have
sex with someone?”
    I shake my
head no and feel the instant shame of me begging and him denying.
    “Did a guy
touch your vagina?” she giggles asking me that. I nod and smile. “Was he hot?”
    “We wear
masks, so I don’t know.” I shrug and feel my face getting hot, just thinking
about him.
    “Hmmmm masks,
kinky. So he touched your vagina but you didn't have sexy time—also
kinky.”
    I nod.
    “Did you O?”
    I nod again,
flushing.
    “Are you going
back?” She vibrates with excitement as she downs her vodka tonic. “Give me your
cell.” She holds her hand out. I hand it to her not cluing in until it’s too
late. “There, it’s done!”
    “Oh my God,
did you resend the text?”
    She snickers
with evil delight. “So was it an orgy?”
    I nod, sipping
again. “I don't think I need this though. I got asked out at work today. I am
not as messy as everyone thinks I am.”
    “Holy crap!
Did you say yes?”
    “No, he’s a
client, Bec.”
    “Who cares? If
he was hot then you should have said yes.” She reaches across the table and
smacks my arm and then waves to the waiter. “What’s his name?”
    “Logan