My eyes narrowed.“You’re not as sly as you think you are, Auds.”
She laughed.“Ok, fine.How’s Sam?”
“Virile,” I said, just to get a reaction.
“Oh, my god, don’t tell me that!I have a meeting with him next week.”
I bent over, laughing at the full-faced flush she was sporting.“You asked.”Not to mention it was true.
Her face was buried in her hands, trying to shake out what I guessed was a mental image of Sam and me.“Right, ok.I guess I set myself up for that one.”
She tried again a few minutes later once her blush had faded.“So, is it just hate sex?”
“I thought it would be, but …”
“But?”
I sprawled back in the chair, sorting through my thoughts.“He’s surprising.Don’t get me wrong, he’s still frustrating as fuck, but he’s also smart, and he’s got this wicked sense of humor, like evil.”Audrey looked overly pleased.“Ok, don’t go getting that look, Auds.It’s not like that.I just don’t hate him, is all I was trying to say.”
Then, it hit me.“Fuck.”
“What?”
“I think we might be … friends?”That smug son of a bitch.Probably planned this.With his compliments and his clever observations and weird way of being able to charm anybody.
“Mmm-hmm.”
Immediately, I pointed a finger at her.“Nuh-uh.None of that.”
Her hands raised in surrender.“So, what happens when you leave?”Audrey asked.
“It ends, I guess.”What else could happen, really?We weren’t anything to each other.There wasn’t any talk of the future, we only saw each other at the bar (or his apartment), we didn’t talk about our feelings or our past.We worked.We fucked.That was it.
“Are you ok with that?”
The wall was suddenly very interesting.“When have I ever cared before?”
Audrey’s voice was gentle.“There’s always a first time.”
