He was going to use his sexyI’m always rightsmirk when I ordered another screen, which I would be doing in front of him. Mostly because I lived for that smirk. In truth, I lived for all of his smirks.
I am fucked.
Jules went back to her desk, and we worked like mad women. Phone calls were made, contracts were negotiated, lunch plans were confirmed with new clients. Occasionally, we would catch each other’s eyes and smile like the crazy women we were.
Our business was taking off, and I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.
“Fuck, everything hurts,” Jules said when she stood up and stretched her back.
“We should book massages after Aurora’s launch party.”
“Yes! I keep asking Cole for massages, but you know how it is.”
“Yep, five minutes in and there is a dick rubbing against you, and seven minutes into the massage there’s a dick inside of you.”
“Exactly!”
“When I book the massages, I’ll make sure the massage therapist doesn’t have a dick. See, I’m a problem solver.”
“I wouldn’t mind a dick. Cole and I aren’t exclusive.”
I pretended to rummage in my purse when Jules told her lie. Her voice didn’t have any conviction, and I knew she was saying it to make her feel in control over her non-relationship. I refused to look her in the face and see the lie on it, because I was a fantastic friend.
“I’m so ready for sushi,” Jules said, turning off her laptop and putting it in her bag.
“Me too. I can’t believe we worked through lunch.”
Jules and I walked out together, our cars parked right next to each other in our designated parking spot.
“I’m so fucking proud of us,” Jules said when we made it to our cars.
I smiled because I was feeling the same high she was. Sometimes the silliest thing would hit me, and I would have a thought that we did something special.
“We have parking spots. Who would have thought when we met each other in college we would have our own business with our own parking spots?”
I laughed. “We do have our own parking spots. We’re fucking amazing.”
“Meet you at the restaurant,” Jules said, sliding into her car and backing up.
My phone lit up when I started my car. When I answered Easton’s call, the smile from me and Jules gushing over our parking spots was still on my face.
“Well, to what do I owe a call from the sex god so early? I thought you had late meetings tonight?” I backed out, heading toward the restaurant.
“Some of my meetings were canceled and I thought we could go out to dinner. I haven’t had a hot meal since I met you, Trouble.”
My heart plummeted. This was the first time since our agreement that Easton had asked to see me outside of my house. But like the loyal, non-bitch friend that I was, I turned him down.
“I thought you were going to be working late, Jules and I are going to treat ourselves to sushi.”
“How did she talk you into sushi and not a salad on a weekday, no less? I’m shocked. Are you sick, do I need to take your temperature?”
I giggled. “And let me guess, the thermometer is your dick?”
“Well, what else would I check your temperature with? I’m not a heathen. I wouldn’t use a store-bought thermometer. You deserve only the best.”
“I do only deserve the best,” I agreed. “Jules and I got a lot done today. I negotiated the catering contract like you told me to, and I got them to give us a twenty-percent discount.”
“Fuck, you get me hard when you talk business.”