Ava is standing twenty feet away, holding a clipboard upside down.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “You look like you just survived sex with your clothes on.”
“I need… air,” I mutter.
“You need hydration, therapy, a priest, and three days off work.”
I walk past her on trembling legs.
“What did he do?” she calls after me.
I don’t answer because I don’t have words.
And because she’s right… I absolutely survived something.
And I’m not sure I’ll survive the next round.
Ruby’s Billion-Dollar Dilemma
SEXY NINE GROUP CHAT
Ava renamed the chat.
Ava:
RUBY.
UPDATE.
NOW.
I saw him close the door.
Your entire posture changed.
You walked out looking like a woman who’s been spiritually rearranged.
Ruby:
STOP SAYING SPIRITUALLY REARRANGED.
Trey:
I’m sorry but…
WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE YOU JUST COMMITTED A CRIME OF PASSION IN A CORPORATE SETTING?
Ruby:
BECAUSE YOU’RE OVERDRAMATIC.
NOTHING HAPPENED.
Sienna:
Then why is your hair doing the “sexually frazzled” wave?
Ruby:
