To anyone outside our circle, that phrase would raise more than a few questions. Why would a lesbian be engaged to Olivia's current fiancé?
Demetria's eyes flashed with mischief as she said, "Or you could always give Luke back to the woman you stole him from. Then you wouldn't have to plan a wedding."
Olivia twisted her face, displeased. "Very funny."
It was. The three of us laughed. After we spent more time in the sauna talking about Olivia's fashion company and the rest of our sex lives, I hurried to the office.
Once I walkedoff the elevator, I saw my receptionist in a low-cut shirt, fanning her chest as she spoke to Bruno.
That was fast.
When did these two become so friendly? Tina pointed to something on a piece of paper, leaving him no choice but to lean over to see what it was. She smiled, aware that from where Bruno stood he had a full view of her chest, which that blouse struggled to cover properly. Even from behind them I could see her hardened nipples poking through the fabric.
"Oops, I got something on my shirt," she said when Bruno stared at the paper longer than she liked.
Like a well-trained dog, he lifted his eyes to where Tina pointed, right by her erect nipple.
She leaned forward. "This is my favorite shirt."
Bruno straightened himself but never took his eyes off the show she gave.
Really? At the front desk for all to see, while representing my company, Tina was brazen. She didn't even notice me. Obviously, this job wasn't this woman's first priority. My receptionist traced a slow line over her breast, watching Bruno the entire time, every motion unmistakable.
"Like what you see?"
"I don't," I said. "This is my place of business, not a bar. Tina, get your things. You're done here."
Bruno turned and Tina stood abruptly.
My ex wore the same expression he had given me a year ago in my dorm room. Guilty. Tina's cheeks turned red, and shame filled her eyes. Bitch, please!
"Ms. Ortega. I-I-I didn't mean…" she managed, stumbling over the words.
I pointed at her neckline. "Your nipple is showing. Fix yourself and go."
As she tucked her breasts back into the extra-small shirt, I spoke firmly. "Hurry and leave before I have security escort you out. You were the face of my company, and this is what you're doing at the welcome desk."
Heading to my office, I was pissed. Not jealous, obviously. Definitely not. I didn't want Bruno. She was free to have him, but me paying her an hourly wage to sift through my garbage was not an option.
I wasn't surprised when Bruno walked in behind me.
"Just then, out there? I didn't encourage Tina."
"You didn't stop her either." I let out a small laugh. "Right? You drooling didn't help Tina's nipples harden in any way."
"Alex, be reasonable. I can't help it if that woman—shit, any woman—finds me attractive. I never came on to them."
Somehow, this conversation seemed to be about two different instances.
"Poor Bruno. Your only fault was being so irresistible to the ladies."
He looked ready to lose his temper, and I wished he fucking would. Because then I could really hurl this paperweight I'd been eyeing at his head.
"You're being unreasonable…give me a break. You are fucking half of New York."
"Half? You're undercounting. I'm more than halfway through all of them by now."
Four minutes passed and we hadn't stopped snapping at each other. Our words grew sharper and louder, until suddenly neither of us had anything left to hurl.
