Huh?
Will
What you just said—no woman has ever specifically requested for me to wear regular clothes when coming over to my place for the night.
I blush even though I shouldn’t because this is classic Will Jones behavior.
Me
I don’t want to know the details of what kinky outfits your conquests make you wear. Should I add that to our list of rules?
Will
No need. Generally speaking, they prefer me naked.
I’m not sure how to describe the sound that leaves me next, but it’s entirely not appropriate for the workplace.
“Are you sure you’re all right, Drew?” Colton asks.
Lydia’s eyes are now rolling into the back of her head at my display.
“Huh?” I look up from my phone, and his eyes drop to the screen.
Shit. He’d better not be good at reading upside down.
I point to my phone, angling the screen away from them both. “Will can meet me tonight.”
“Shouldn’t you be setting up a meeting via email rather than over text?”
I hate Lydia and her constant need to make me look like an idiot.
Locking my cell, I set it face down on the table and look her straight in the eyes. “I guess that depends on the relationshipyou have with your client. I personally believe that sacrificing a few formalities opens up an otherwise stilted exchange and puts the client at ease around you.”
She scowls, and I grin back at her.
“So long as you’re both clear on boundaries,” she bites back.
Colton must sense the rising tension, as he cuts into our exchange. “I think you both make valid points, although I have no doubt about Drew’s professionalism. It’s important that she leans into her friendship with Will.”
Lydia gives Colton a muted smile and spins on her heel, making for the exit as I get back to my text conversation with Will.
Me
You know what? Cancel dinner. I’ve lost my appetite at thoughts of you naked.
Will
The lady doth protest too much. I’ll make you something really special.
Me
Ugh, okay. Anything to massage your huge ego. So long as we get done what we need to.
Will
Massaging my huge ego … the number of ways I could respond to that.
Me
