“I’m supposed to be at work in twenty minutes, Mr. Cox,” I argued.
“And this is mandatory as per your probation. Or perhaps you like the view inside a jail cell,” Mr. Cox said shortly.
I thought about giving him a sarcastic response but Mr. Cox was not a person who appreciated my dry sense of humor. Mostly because he had no sense of humor himself. His wife must hate him.
“Fine. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I muttered, despising the man who jerked me on a string.
“Good. I’ll call you in a few days with the results. I hope for your sake they’re clean,” he warned. He didn’t need to tell me what would happen if they weren’t.
“I know, sir,” I snapped. I couldn’t help it. He was pushing the asshole thing a little too far today.
“We all need a reminder now and then. Goodbye.” Mr. Cox had hung up.
I grumbled a few choice obscenities under my breath as I made my way to my car. I shouldn’t be so pissy about having to go take an impromptu piss test. It was my own stupidity for getting myself in this situation to begin with.
But it still sucked being tugged around like that.
I drove over to Straight Labs and went inside. I gave a humorless laugh to find Shane and Stu sat in the waiting room.
“The crew’s all here,” Shane grinned when he saw me. Stu didn’t look up from his phone but raised his hand in a lazy wave.
I checked in with the receptionist and went to have a seat across from my friends.
“So what were you doing when you were told to drop everything and come piss in a cup?” Shane asked.
I picked at my cuticles. “Uh, I was at home, no biggie,” I lied.
“Well, I was getting some seriously fantastic head. Nothing destroys a hard on like a call from your PO,” Shane grumbled.
“Nice,” I replied dryly.
“Oh, baby, don’t be jealous. You know I’ll always have a spot in my heart for that pretty mouth of yours,” Shane leered and I rolled my eyes.
“You coming to the party tonight?” Stu asked, still not looking up from his phone.
“Didn’t know there was one,” I said. I had no plans to go out tonight. I was exhausted and had a lot of reading before Thursday’s class.
“I’m wounded, Ells! It’s my birthday! How could you forget?” Shane pouted.
“Sorry, Shane. I forgot,” I apologized though it wasn’t surprising I forgot his birthday. Stu and Shane weren’t the remember-their-birthdays kind of friends.
“You haven’t gone out with us in ages. What’s up with that?” Stu asked, looking up finally. I didn’t want to look at him. There was something about his eyes that always made my blood run cold.
“I’ve just been busy,” I responded lamely.
Before Stu could say anything else he was called back to give his urine sample.
“This better not take too long. I need to get back to my apartment. I’ve got things to take care of,” Shane said, grabbing his crotch.
I made a gagging noise. “God, Shane. Enough with the visuals. So who’s the lucky girl?” I teased.
I wasn’t expecting him to flush red and refuse to meet my eyes.
Huh.
“Shane…come on, tell me!” I goaded.
“Uh…” Shane stuttered.
