I wish I could say I can’t believe this, but it’s Mona, and I can. “He’s normal sized.”
“Was he better, equal to, or worse than Decker?”
“No one’s better than Decker,” I whisper. “That’s not really fair to compare.”
“Fair. Is he well-groomed?”
Closing my eyes, I force out a long breath to calm the anger rising. “I didn’t get a good look. It was dark.”
“Did you feel—”
“No, I didn’t. You’re missing the point. I have to quit my job now.”
“No, the fuck you don’t. You keep acting like everything is normal, and eventually, he will, too.”
I open my eyes and glare at her. “Seriously?”
“How does it feel to be in a love triangle? One that doesn’t want you to join a polyamorous relationship?”
“It’s actually more of a square now.”
Mona’s eyes widen. “You’re holding out on me?”
“Ken. The coffee shop guy. I went out with him, and he’s definitely a contender.”
“The barista?”
“Owner. Just opened another one this week.”
Laughing, she shakes her head. “Here you are, dating half the city, and I can’t even get a guy to call me back after I rock his world.”
“First, I’m not dating half the city.”
“Dating app. Many dates. Terrible ones, but still.”
I roll my eyes. “And second, you might get a call back if you chose to be less scary after sex.”
“I’m not—”
“They’ve told you they thought you wanted to kill them in your post-coital haze,” I say, reminding her of the comments her last boyfriend made when they broke up.
She just glares, and we walk out of the conference room and right into Tyler.
He jumps back like I’m acid or a bear trap ready to snap shut. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
He turns and takes off down the hallway in an almost-sprint, and I hate how self-conscious I feel. “Didn’t see you, either.”
“You have an admirer!” Mona calls in a sing-song voice, carrying flowers to my desk.
Everyone stares as she sets them down, and I honestly don’t know who they’re from. Obviously not Decker—he hasn’t even been home in a week. And I don’t remember telling Ken where I work. Tyler definitely wouldn’t send them to me when he can’t even look me in the eye and acts like I’m contagious.
“Who sent them?” Mona asks, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Which hunky desire sent you these amazing and expensive flowers?”
Holly,
I hope your day is just a little brighter when you get these. I’m sorry I’ve been so difficult to reach, and I can’t wait until our date on Saturday.
Ken
