I shook my head quickly. “I’m not sure he wants me to--.”
She rubbed her hands together. “No, no, no. Save the gossip for tomorrow. What happens on a girls’ weekend stays on a girls’ weekend.”
I smiled. “Well, if we really want to make it a girls’ weekend, you want to come over Saturday night and stay over? I know it’s a bit childish, but--.”
She threw her arms around my neck. “I’d love to! Yay! This is going to be so fun!”
I hugged her tightly before I placed my hands on her shoulders and held her in front of me.
“Brit, I’ve been having some issues with Tommy since I got here. I don’t know what his issue is, but we aren’t dating. We’ve never been on a date, and I’m never going to go on a date with him, okay?”
She sighed. “Okay, but you might want to inform him of that. He’s telling the entire office that you guys are a thing.”
Kayla came soaring into the room. “Congratulations!”
Angelica was right behind her with a bottle of sparkling apple cider. “This calls for a drink!”
I shook my head. “You guys, we aren’t--.”
Kayla waved her hand in the air. “Bah, don’t sweat it. If you aren’t ready to say anything about it now, that’s fine.”
I sighed. “No, you don’t understand, Tommy and I aren’t--.”
Angelica poured me a drink and handed it to me. “He’s a great guy. A little pushy sometimes--.”
“You think,” I murmured.
Angelica giggled. “But he’s one of the good ones.”
I groaned. “We aren’t a fucking item, you guys. Seriously.”
Angelica paused before she smiled brightly. “You’re so cute when you’re shy, you know that?”
I looked over at Brit, but she simply shrugged. She sipped her sparkling cider like nothing was happening and it made me wonder what kind of friend she really was. I threw back my drink and let the burn trickle down my throat. How the hell I let two men close enough to ruin my life, I’d never know. But, I wouldn’t stand for this.
I wouldn’t stand for rumors like this in my place of work.
“I need to go talk to someone,” I murmured.
“Go get your man, girl!” Angelica exclaimed.
I glared at her over my shoulder before I whipped my door open. I stormed out, my head on a swivel as I made my way down to Tommy’s level of the building. It took me over thirty minutes to find that asshole, but when I did, he was laughing with some other guys in the lounge area on the main floor.
And their topic of conversation boiled my blood.
“I’m telling you guys, she’s a rock star in bed,” Tommy said as he sipped his soda. “I mean, if you haven’t been with a fat girl, you really need to try it. Never had better sex.”
His friends laughed and high-fived him and I felt my face burning with anger. I slammed through the door and watched Tommy’s eyes grow wide as his friends hopped out of their chair like I’d just shot a twelve-gauge in their general direction. And as my stare leveled with his, Tommy cleared his throat.
“Give me and missus a second, guys,” he said.
I giggled bitterly. “I’m not your missus.”
The guys looked at Tommy with a confused look on their faces, but he simply brushed them off. He waved his hand in the air, dismissing them like common peasants. I watched his three friends scoot by me, their eyes lingering on my legs a bit more than I would have liked.
But, once the door swung shut behind me, I cleared my throat. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Tommy slid his hands into his pockets. “Well, since everyone thinks we’re a couple, we might as well act like one. Right?”
