“Great!What’s your number?We can’t very well be besties if we’re not texting about booze, boys, and boob jobs all day, now can we?”
Is that what rich girls did all day?
The look on my face must have betrayed my thoughts because Meghan burst into giggles.“Callie, ohmygod, I’m kidding!Not about getting your number, obviously.But you definitely don’t need a boob job.You’ve got a killer rack for such a tiny thing.”
Someone choked on the other side of my cubicle wall.Meghan got up and poked her head around the corner.“Emmett Price!Are youeavesdroppingon my conversation with Callie?”She righted herself and came back to sit on my desk.Emmett followed her in, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking sheepish.It was adorable.
With the three of us shoved into my tiny cubicle, there was hardly room to move.Emmett shuffled his feet.His eyes shifted between me and his sister, lingering briefly on my chest.
“I was, uh, just making sure you weren’t stirring up shit.I know how you can be.”
“Oh, yeah?How’s that?”
“A shit stirrer,” he deadpanned.Meghan simply laughed.He turned to me.“You don’t have to give her your number.That is not part of the job requirements.”
Meghan scowled at him.
“No, it’s fine.”I wiggled my fingers at Meghan, summoning her phone.She dropped it into my waiting hand.I entered my number and saved my contact info under “Callie ‘Killer Rack’ Winters.”
Meghan glanced at it, then back at me.“Oh, yeah.We’re going to be best fucking friends.”
Emmett mumbled something that sounded like, “Great, just what I need.”Then he frowned.
“What’s wrong, big brother?Jealous that Callie wants to be my friend and not yours?”
After all his teasing, it was nice to see someone giving it back to him.
“No, I’m notjealous.But I don’t even have your number.What if I needed something?”
Meghan spoke before I could.“Send her an email, bossman.It’s 2024.Everyone has email on their phones.You don’t need to text her.”
“I’m also certain that if you really needed my number, you could look in my employment file,” I said.
“Yeah, but it’s not the same.”
It almost seemed like hewasjealous—like he was throwing a mini tantrum right here in my cubicle over his sister and her friend leaving him out.I bit back a giggle.
“Alright, bossman,” I said, exercising my newly acquired “best fucking friend” privileges to steal the nickname from Meghan.His head whipped in my direction and glared at me.
“Hand it over,” I said, repeating the same motion I used on Meghan.
“Really, it’s fine.You don’t have to.”
“No, no.After witnessing your little emotional breakdown, I wouldn’t want to damage your sensitive male feelings any further.”
Meghan was cackling now.He shifted his glare to her as he silently handed me his phone.I stuck with the standard “Callie Winters” this time around.
“Thank you,” he said.Then he turned and walked away.
I watched him disappear down the hall.Meghan’s eyes glittered.“Fuck, that was fun.You’ve only been here, what?Three days?And you’re already getting under his skin?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m getting under his skin.”
“Oh, you most certainly are.”She paused, sizing me up.
“He remembers you, you know?From freshman year?He asked about you as soon as we got in the car.I told him he was a creepy old fuck and then said some less-than-nice things about you.But he had full-on heart-eyes when I stumbled upon you two in the lobby that night.”
“No, he did not.”Heart eyes?No way.
