Jonah pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. Let’s start with what we know. This is a fitness app for women? It generates work-out sessions and meal plans, but it doesn’t count calories or monitor weight loss?”
“I think so. No one seems to really know.”
“Who pitched the app in the first place? Who developed the concept?”
“No idea. Blutecc bought it from a failed start-up. I don’t think they even care what it’s supposed to stand for.”
“And what’s that?”
Winona leaned over Jonah’s shoulder and tapped the work out sessions already uploaded to the prototype app. “That women are strong and sexy regardless of their weight and shape.”
“Reality versus perception?”
“Confidence,” Winona asserted. “And positivity. Fuck Instagram, basically. This is real.”
Jonah grinned. “Okay. If you’re swearing at me, I know it’s important. I just don’t understand why it’s not important to anyone at Blutecc. How have they got this far into development without a clear picture of what they’re doing?”
“I suppose because none of it mattered when they didn’t have the infrastructure to support anything. You can’t put pretty wallpaper on a house with no foundations, Jonah. You taught me that.”
“That’s kind, but I don’t know squat about app development. This makes no sense to me.”
“Does it need to?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re weird.” Winona straightened up. “You never used to be. Is it Sacha? Are things not working out between you?”
“Things?”
“I saw you leave my apartment building together. He had his arm around you.”
“He was probably holding me up. I drank a lot. Can we get back to work and not speculating about my private life?”
Winona flushed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“You’re not being rude. Just remember where we are, okay? This isn’t high school.”
Winona took the hint and went back to analysing the scant information Blutecc had provided. It wasn’t much, but in some ways it was a blessing. They had no ideas of their own to compete with whatever FG came up with. If nothing else, it lowered the possibility of creative conflict. “Pull together some logo designs,” Jonah said absently. “The story boards can come later. For now we need to build an online presence that gets people excited.”
“Excited about what, though? There isn’t even a website to route it back to.”
“Yes, but if we can create a profile for the app store, we can send their social media traffic to the app’s pre-order link.”
“They still need their website to function, though.”
“It will.” The voice came from the doorway.
Jonah glanced up and caught his first glimpse of Sacha since they’d parted ways that morning. His breath caught, but he tried to ignore it. The dark smudges beneath Sacha’s eyes weren’t his concern. They couldn’t be if they weren’t even friends.
He didn’t deny you were sleeping together though. Present tense. He still wants that.
But Jonah didn’t. Not without the friendship benefit. He hadn’t realised it until Sacha had taken it away, or maybe not until Sacha had appearedright nowin his office, but it was a hard fact.
I can’t just sleep with him. I need more.
So does he.
Sacha cleared his throat.
