Chapter Six
Tayler
He was making fun of me. That’s sort of a red flag for me. No, not “sort of.” Itisa red flag. I grew up with a house full of know-it-all men. They always thought they knew better than me like my judgement was somehow flawed mainly because I was the only girl and the baby of the family. The fact that I looked just like my mom wasn’t in my favor either since she ran off with her boss, Mr. Jenson, when I was fourteen and never came back. Because of all that, it felt like I was suffocating at times. When I left for college, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I could finally breathe.
Don’t misunderstand me. I wasn’t abused or anything like that. I know they love me, and it definitely got better when dad remarried my former kindergarten teacher. We were all happier when that happened and I consider her much more of a mother than the one that gave birth to me because she loves my dad and she loves us. In retrospect, dad’s better off. We all are.
I release a heavy sigh after thinking about my family. I need to talk to Quinn. She’ll give me feedback. I drag my phone out of my purse.
Me:Your boss is very complicated.
Quinn:**snort** Is that code for he’s an asshole?
Me:LOL. Pretty much.
Quinn:When did you see him?
Me:Last night. He invited me to Cy’s so he could feed me dinner.
Quinn:Serious?
Me:Serious.
Quinn:What’d you order?
Me:Fried pickles.
Quinn:Shocker. You love those stupid things.
Me:I do. But he thought it “wasn’t enough protein” so he cooked me a triple bacon cheeseburger too.
Quinn:Uh-oh. Did you talk to him about your strange aversion to stacked meat?
Me:Yep. Had to nip that shit in the bud. {{shiver}}
Quinn:No doubt. So…
Me:So, then I sent him a text later that night, you know, because I was up late…
Quinn: Of course you were. Kind of like now. It’s after 1am.
I stay up late. Sue me.
Me:Anyhoo, he sort of insulted my major and future career.
Quinn:And? What’d you do?
Me:I quit texting. He apologized, but I was over it by then.
Me:Oh, and he called me “babe.” But that was earlier.
Quinn: What does it mean? Are you considering taking him up on his offer?
Me:If I did, it’d probably be the best sex of my life.
Quinn:Mm hmm. But you don’t do that.
Me:Maybe I should.
