“Lunch?” she asked as she slipped out the door.
“You’re on.”
“Good, because it’s your turn to pay.”
I snickered. “I see why you love me now.”
She winked. “I love starin’ at them titties, my girl.”
I barked with laughter. “Get out of here, crazy.”
She pointed. “Made ya smile.”
I giggled softly. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, beautiful. See you in a few hours.”
Then, she closed my office door, leaving me alone with my thoughts while they swirled out of control.
This week was going to be a hell of a work week.
23
Rebecca
“Sooooo,”Kelly dragged out as she stalked me down to the breakroom on our floor, “I heard from a little Britty-Bee that you might be giving Mr. Doctor a second chance.”
I rolled my eyes as I filled up my empty to-go coffee. “Word travels fast.”
She rushed to my side and jumped up to sit on the breakroom counter. “Well, it’s not like you fill me in, so.”
I snickered. “Sounds like someone’s jealous.”
“I’m hardly jealous. But I am curious.”
I sighed heavily. “Well, I don’t know if I’m going to be giving him a second chance.”
“Does that mean you won’t be using any of your fun, new toys with Mr. Doctor?”
I rolled my eyes. “I haven’t even opened them yet. I’m still not sure if they’re for me. I mean, they were fun in my dreams. The idea of them intrigued me. But I still feel so embarrassed with how Michael treated me at the bowling alley that I’m not sure I want to indulge that side of me with anyone.”
She rested her hand on my shoulder. “Hey, look at me.”
I peeked up at her. “Yeah?”
Her face grew stern. “Don’t let anyone take away your happiness. If it wasn’t for him? Then, that’s on him. Not everyone has the same kinks, but don’t let that shame you for yours. You have a little kink in you, and it’s your choice if you want to indulge it, or even talk about it.”
I smiled softly. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Then, she scooted closer. “So, about that ankle bar you bought.”
“Yes,” JoJo said behind me, “I’d love to hear all about that.”
My back stiffened and Kelly’s eyes widened as her gaze shot over my shoulder. I wanted to turn around and smack the ever-loving shit out of him, but I resisted the urge. He came over to where we were and reached around me to snatch the coffee pot from my hand. I didn’t even bother watching him as he poured his coffee before handing the pot back to me.
“Looks like you need to make some more,” he said.
I slid the coffee pot back onto the hot plate. “You emptied it, you refill it.”
