“Do too.”
Shelby nods in agreement. “Definitely hot.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
Charli leans back smugly. “So, what else happened?”
I hesitate.
Which is a mistake.
Because both their heads snap toward me like bloodhounds catching a scent.
“What?” Shelby demands.
“Nothing.”
“Harleigh,” Charli warns.
I sigh. “He asked about my tattoo.”
“Oh, he did, did he?” Charli asks.
I nod.
“And?”
I cringe.
“And I might have”—I bring my hand up and cover my eyes—“unbuttoned my blouse.”
They both gasp.
“In the middle of the restaurant?!” Shelby squeaks.
“Well, not all the way!”
Charli smacks me with the pillow that’s still in her hand. “You flashed your boss?!”
“No.”
Shelby clutches her chest dramatically. “Oh my God, I love this story.”
“I showed him the tattoo,” I insist. “That’s all. No flashing anything else.”
Charli grins. “I bet that got his attention though.”
My face is on fire.
“Okay. So, you had dinner with your boss, and you … stripped?” Shelby says.
“I did not strip!”
Charli wipes fake tears from her eyes. “Please tell me you leaned across the table and at least gave him a little peek.”
“I did not lean!”
Shelby collapses into a fit of laughter. “I can’t breathe.”
