“And?” Shelby prompts me to continue.
“And … things got pretty heated.”
Charli stares at me. “Harleigh Storm.”
“What?”
“Heated?” she repeats. “What does that mean?”
Shelby snorts. “She showed up with an armful of crumpled sheets. I think we can guess what heated means.”
I sigh again. “Okay, yes. We had sex. Dirty, sweaty sex.”
They both squeal.
But I quickly raise a hand. “However …”
That shuts them up.
I shrug casually. “That’s all there is to it.”
Charli tilts her head. “What do you mean?”
“One fun night,” I say. “That’s it.”
Shelby frowns slightly. “What makes you think that?”
I take another bite of my sandwich before answering, “Because he made that pretty clear this morning.”
Charli frowns. “What did he say exactly?”
“He said he’d see me at work.”
They both blink.
I shrug again. “He woke up, turned right back into boss mode, got dressed, and left to meet his parents for breakfast.”
Shelby raises an eyebrow. “Did he really though?”
I pause. “Well … yeah.”
She shrugs. “Sounds like he was just in a hurry.”
Charli taps her finger on the table. “Let me get this straight.”
Uh-oh.
“What exactly did he say?”
I sigh. “He said he’d see me at work on Monday.”
“And?”
“And I told him I actually have Monday off.”
“And?”
“He said Tuesday, then.”
