“Of course,” he said and turned abruptly then walked into the building.
Shit.Had I just screwed up?
* * *
“And you didn’t lethim have his way with you?” Brea demanded.
“You probably blew your chance,” Sophie concurred.
It was too early the next morning. I had taken a late train last evening. Waiting for me when I’d arrived home had been yet another notice from the landlord about the pending building sale. Between losing my home, the kiss with Sebastian, and Sebastian’s reaction to the kiss, I hadn’t gotten any sleep.
Now I was sitting there yawning in the office, nursing an extra-large caramel latte piled high with salted whipped cream, burnt caramel drizzle, and mini marshmallows, which I was picking off and eating while alternating bites of my giant cinnamon roll and a stack of donuts.
“Don’t you want something that’s not sugar?” Elsie wrinkled her nose.
“Depends on whether you want me to be coherent at this meeting or not,” I said, resting my head on one hand.
“I thought you were making better life decisions,” Ivy said.
“Donuts are a great life choice,” I countered.
“Oh yeah, they’re right up there with sleeping with a client.” Ivy pursed her mouth.
“I mean, technically he’s not a client,” Sophie pointed out.
“It’s a fuzzy gray line, and Amy’s straddling it and grinding away.”
“You make me sound so thirsty!” I complained.
“You’re not thirsty, just a mess.”
I want you messily coming on my cock.
Dammit, Sebastian.
“You should totally just go for it,” Sophie said breezily. “It’s not like you’re trying to date the guy or even marry him. You just want a little tumble in the tulip patch.”
“Tulips are expensive, so not a tulip patch.”
Sophie stuck her tongue out at me.
“Besides,” I said, sighing then slurping at my coffee. “I think I might have blown it. He didn’t seem that happy when I rejected him.”
“Screw him,” Sophie exclaimed.
“Stupid billionaires,” Elsie concurred. “They’re always so entitled.”
“Maybe,” I said and stuffed a donut into my mouth. “Or maybe it shocked him into coming to his senses and that was a ‘What the fuck? Why am I doing this? Why am I here?’ look. I mean, it’s not like he pressured me. He was like, I want to suck your tits, and I was like, I have work, and then he just left.”
“Boo. Screw him,” Grace said. “You can have revenge sex with one of the single Svensson brothers and let Sebastian rot with Possum-Purse Girl.”
“But I don’t want him to end up with Possum-Purse Girl!” I wailed.
“You can’t help people who don’t want to help themselves,” Elsie reminded me.
“If you get really desperate,” Brea suggested, “show up at his office and dip your shirted but un-bra-ed tit into his water glass. Bet he’ll come crawling back real quick!”
“Maybe he just realized that being with me was a bad idea.”
