I look around and make sure no one happened to walk in. “Be quiet.”
“You did?”
“It kind of… just happened.”
Her jaw drops, and for the first time ever, Mona has nothing to say. She just stares. For a painfully long time.
“Say something,” I beg.
“Walk me through this,” she says, her voice calm. Too calm.
Swallowing, I blink as the flush creeps up my neck. “I went to meet a date, and I walked out. I’ll tell you about it later. Anyway, I ran into Tyler. We went to a bar, and then he kissed me.”
“In the bar?”
A deranged laugh sounds. “And then some.”
“You fucked in the bar?” she whispers.
“No, but he made me come under the table,” I mutter.
“You’re lying!”
I shake my head. “I’m not. I think it was the alcohol and dim lighting. He looked different. Normal. Not my boss.” I whisper the last sentence.
“Okay, so you got off in the bar, and then…?”
“We went to his car, and realized we couldn’t go to either of our places, so we got in the backseat. And we did it.”
“You… no… more.”
Another crazy laugh sounds. “I rode him until we realized how easily we could get caught. Then I switched positions, he came, and I walked home. Alone.”
“He came before you?”
“Well, yeah, but that’s not the point.”
“I understand why you’d be avoiding him, but is he just embarrassed by that?”
Of course, Mona will focus on the most random aspects. “I think it’s the fact that we crossed a line that we can’t uncross that he’s freaking out about. And the avoiding thing is only making it worse, and I think I have to quit my job now.”
Her hands rest on my shoulders. “No, you don’t.”
“This is weird, and people are going to notice. And then assume. And I can’t handle the public humiliation.”
“Do you like him?”
In all of my freaking out, I never stopped to consider it. “I don’t know.”
“You like him enough to ride his dick, though.”
“I hate you.”
She laughs. “How big is he?”
“What?”
“I always suspected he was packing a lot more than you’d expect with how he acts. He’s got a swagger about him.”
