“Well, that exec is clearly a knobhead.”
“That exec unfortunately has my dream job,” I said with a sigh. “But not everyone felt the same way.”
“That’s good,” she said. “What’s RJ like?”
“Too soon to tell.” I thought for a moment. “Demanding, mercurial. The problem is his assistant.”
“Is this the guy you have to write with?”
“Yes, Elliot.” My cheeks burned. “The irony is, I bumped into him in a coffee shop before I knew who he was and there was, like, a spark.”
“Is he hot?”
Spectacular.“He’s all right.”
“Next-level gorgeous, then.” Bex snorted.
“No, seriously, he could be a problem.” I pictured Elliot’s dark, fathomless eyes, his rumpled yet stylish thatch of hair. The way his voice had sent shockwaves through my system. Yep, I was in real danger.
“How so?”
“He all but admitted that he resented me for being brought on to help with the script when I clearly have nowhere near the experience he has.”
“Prick,” Bex uttered supportively.
“Yeah and no.” I shrugged. “I understand where he’s coming from.”
“Babe, he sounds like a snob.”
“No, I don’t think that’s it.” I eyed a pretzel cart, wondering if I was actually hungry or if my appetite was too jetlagged to know what it wanted.
“Or, it could be he’s dead confused,” she said. “He met you in the coffee shop, wanted to bone you and now you’re his colleague, he can’t, so he’s full of boner rage.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It is.” Bex crunched pensively. “And for someone who has enjoyed a decent amount of gentleman friends, I’m shocked you don’t know about this.”
“How doyoueven know what boner rage is?”
“Dan has teenage nieces,” she said. “I memorized Urban Dictionary so I can understand what the fuck they are talking about.”
“And so in your vast experience I’m dealing with a classic case of boner rage?” I said, earning an alarmed glance from the woman in yoga gear powerwalking past me.
“Absolutely,” she said.
I snorted with derision. “Take it from me, Elliot Fox does not have any kind of frustrated desire,” I assured her. “You should have seen the way he looked at me.”
“Like he wanted to bone you?”
“Like he wanted me wiped off the face of the earth,” I corrected her. “He really thinks hiring me was a mistake.”
Bex crunched then sighed loudly. “God, this broccoli needs some mayo or something.”
“Raw broccoli and mayonnaise?” I made a retching sound.
“Don’t worry, mayonnaise is not part of the wellness plan.” She laughed. “It just feels like it needs some, what can I say?”
“Other things,” I advised.
