When the elevator reaches my floor, my shoulders sag as I unlock the door to my apartment. I’m surprised to see the lights on and find Jude sipping on a glass of wine in the living room.
“Hey, bestie! Want a drink?”
“Yes,” I huff as I drop down on the couch beside her.
“Bad night?”
“It was great until I told my boss he looks like a Greek god. And it’s all your fault.”
“What?” She chokes on a mouthful of white wine. “Don’t move. I’m going to get you a glass, and I think we’re going to need another bottle of wine for this.”
“Yeah, I can drink straight out of the bottle at this point.” I shrug out of my jacket and toss my bag on the coffee table.
When Jude returns, she hands me a chilled glass of chardonnay, which I proceed to drain and hold out for another.
“What the hell happened? And why am I to blame?”
“You’ve seen the pictures of my boss online.”
“Yeah, he’s hot as fuck.”
“Well, he offered to drive me home.”
“Girl! He likes you.”
“You won’t be saying that when I get to the end of my story.”
“Sorry, but how many other employees does he drive home?”
“None that I know of.”
“I’m totally right.”
“Stop.” I take a sip from my glass.
“Okay. Okay. Tell me whyI’mto blame.”
“His brother is Griffin Stevens.”
“Shut the fuck up! You’re lying.”
“I’m not. We were talking about his family, and he told me his older brother plays for the Falcons.”
“Oh my God! He’s so fucking hot. Their family gene pool is seriously amazing.”
“I told him you’re obsessed.”
“The things I would let that man do to me. Holy shit.”
“Anyway. He made a joke about everyone wanting to meet his ‘hot’ brother, and I just…”
“Can he introduce me? That would be so sick.”
“He already offered. But can we get back to me making a colossal ass of myself, which means that we cannevertake him up on the offer?”
“Sorry.” She giggles.
“I told him he’s a Greek god.” I set my glass on the table and drop my head in my hands. “It was mortifying.”
