CHAPTER TWELVE
I crumple up the foil wrapper and toss it in my office trashcan. “That really was the best sub I’ve ever had. Where did you find the place?”
Drew smirks and rests one of his dirty work boots on top of my desk even when I scowl at him. “Your new boyfriend recommended them.”
“Of course he did.” Grant loves to remind me I’m not the only one who’s lived in the city a lifetime.
“The prices are good too.” Drew rips off another bite of his sub, a drop of mayonnaise falling to his shirt. “Damn it.”
I laugh as he wipes it off, his fingers grinding the napkin and mayonnaise deeper into the fibers of his grey short sleeve t-shirt. “Just because the recommendation came from Grant doesn’t mean it needs to be expensive.”
He stops making a bigger mess of his spill, his eyes rising to meet mine. “Is that so? Who’s sticking up for the pretty boy now.”
“He’s not a pretty boy,” I say, even though Grant totally is.
Drew tosses his mangled napkin in the trash, giving his sub a dirty look. “Just remember who liked him first.”
“You only like him because he talks sports and promised to play video games with you.” The stupid shit men bond over. It’s ridiculous.
“Why are you so… hyper today, anyway?”
I still my jittery leg by placing a foot over my knee, but it’s not enough to silence Drew.
“It’s not normal. Did one of the kids slip you drugs?”
Like it’s completely unheard of to see me happy. “No! It’s Grant.”
“Grant gave you drugs. What kind?”
I laugh and shake my head at his ridiculousness. “No. You dork. I’m just happy. Grant makes me happy.”
“Well, it looks good on you, kid.” He smiles and shoves the last bite of sub in his mouth talking as he chews. “I saw you didn’t come home last night. I imagine it’s a good sign.”
“Okay, Mrs. Haverbush, why are you monitoring my whereabouts now?” It was her job, but that woman kept better track of us than the San Francisco Police Department does on their most wanted list.
He’s right though. Wednesday was a great night. And not because I had three orgasms. Although it’s good to have a reliably consistent man. One who says “of course you get to come first” and means it. Grant is the first guy I’ve woken up next to in the morning and didn’t have a panic attack. Well… the first few mornings don’t count. Now I’m good.
“He’s coming over for dinner after his meeting tonight.”
Drew’s eyes light up. “Did he mention bringing anything with him?”
“Yes,” I sigh. “He’s bringing the new Xbox.” If I’m not careful, I’ll have to watch out for Drew to steal my boyfriend.
“Your boyfriend is the best.” Drew throws his other foot up on top of my desk and now I have two muddy work boots on my nice clean surface. “You should marry him.”
“No!” Is he crazy? I don’t even know how Grant feels about kittens.
“Well at least keep fucking him.”
“Yes, Drew. I’ll make sure and keep him happy so you can play video games.”
He smirks. “That’s all I ask.”
Yes, I’m definitely concerned about Drew’s loyalties. “It was a rough start to Wednesday, but it turned out well. For a few minutes it was like Grant was surrounded by his rich friends and forgot I was breathing.”
Drew shrugs. “He seems like a nice guy. Cut him some slack.”
“He talked over me like I didn’t even exist.”
