Tess:Okay.
Was he mad? Disappointed? He for sure had blue balls.
On the way to work, I alternated between thinking about last night and fretting about his response.
“I think I screwed up,” I whispered to Maeve when I sat next to her at my desk. I had stopped at the Sparrow and Thyme café to pick up a whole array of post-orgasm snacks.
Maeve stole one of the chocolate croissants from my admittedly excessive pile of snacks.
“Looks like this is a self-care food day, huh?” she said, patting me on the arm. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”
“You mean falling asleep after he gave me multiple orgasms while I just laid there?” I asked.
Maeve’s mouth dropped open, and the croissant fell on her desk.
“You slept with him?”
I clapped a hand over her mouth. “He was fully clothed.”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re just dropping this on me with no preparation!” she said, brushing crumbs off her shirt.
“You were acting like you knew,” I said in confusion. “I thought maybe I had drunk called you.”
“Girl,” Maeve said, opening her desk drawer and shoving a stack of tabloid papers on my desk. “You have bigger things to worry about than what’s in Beck’s pants.”
I picked up the newspaper on the top of the stack.
Mystery Woman Dating Svensson Brother!
The next tabloid article spent paragraphs picking apart my dress, while yet another speculated about where Beck had found me. A particularly seedy tabloid seemed to insinuate I was some sort of a cheap escort.
“Oh my god,” I groaned. I grabbed one of the mini raspberry-and-white-chocolate muffins from my stash and shoved it in my mouth. “Beck is going to flip his shit when he sees that.”
“Not unless Cressida beats him to the punch.” Maeve jerked her chin. The HR director was striding through the open office, designer heels clacking on the concrete floor. She slammed one perfectly manicured hand down on my desk.
“So you think this is funny?” she spat at me.
I swallowed the muffin I was eating.
“You think you’re just going to play the billionaire’s girlfriend and walk out with him, dressed like some sort of floozy?”
“I received a lot of compliments on my dress,” I protested. “Men and women were asking about the designer.”
“I bet all the guys were,” Cressida sneered. “You can practically see your nipples through your dress. No wonder Beck kept looking over at you at dinner last night.”
“He did?” Maeve drawled. “Even with you there?”
Cressida made a disgusted noise. “She kept dropping food everywhere and didn’t have anything insightful to add to the conversation.” Cressida tossed her hair. “And now I see why Beck didn’t seem to care. Because you’re manipulating him with sex.”
Ha! I wish!
I hadn’t even seen Beck’s cock, but I wasn’t going to admit that to Cressida.
“Damn right she is!” Maeve said hotly. “Beck likes girls with some meat on their bones.”
Cressida’s nostrils flared. “More like an entire week’s worth of baked goods on her hips,” she said nastily. “He’s going to get tired of you. All the sex in the world is worthless when you do nothing but embarrass him. I’m descended from Alexander Hamilton. My family means something. Beck is going to realize soon enough that you are a terrible influence on his sisters, and I’m going to be the next Mrs. Svensson.”
“Now I really wish you had slept with him last night,” Maeve said after Cressida left.
