His lips are just so damn kissable.
Thankfully we were outside, on the field, in the dark, so it couldn’t go anywhere.
But it’s more than that. It’s how sweet he is, how he looks at me, how he makes me smile. It’s the way that he does little things, like always making sure I have food. I like him.
He makes me feel good about who I am, what I can do, and he believes in me. To him, I’m smart, capable, worthy in ways that I never felt before.
All of it keeps me going in these damn circles.
What if…what if I could tell someone? Or maybe tell her but also not tell her…?
I clear my throat. “I don’t have drama, per se, but I have a hypothetical thing that I think you’d actually be really good at helping with.”
Meredith straightens. “Oh? Who is the hypothetical about?”
“A girl at work,” I lie.
She grins. “Okay, tell me about this girl and her issue.”
This is going to be the advice I need. She’s going to tell me exactly how to handle it, and Meredith is brilliant, so we will for sure feel the same.
Bad idea. Stop it.
“There are strict company policies that she had to sign. She mentioned a morality clause that specifies no sleeping with clients or co-workers.”
She nods. “I have the same at my job.”
“Right, pretty standard stuff, but she fucked up. She slept with one of her clients, without knowing he was a client at first.”
“How did she fuck the guy and not know?”
“They met at a bar, not knowing who the other was,” I explain.
“Then she didn’t do anything wrong,” Meredith says, surprising me a little.
Yes, at the time they—I mean, I—didn’t do anything wrong, but now it’s wrong. Now I’m knowingly kissing my damn client and living in his house while I dream of him entering my room and taking me.
“She slept with the client,” I say again. “You know, bad idea and all. Against company policy.”
Meredith taps her finger on her lips. “The client orherclient?”
“Does it matter?”
“I think so,” Meredith says. “If she met a guy in a bar and didn’t know he was a client, then that’s that, right? There’s no way the company can hold her responsible for sleeping with a guy she met at a bar. Now, I would argue, if he’s notherclient, specifically, she’s not breaking the company guidelines anyway. However, let’s say he is. Why would anyone ever have to know?”
I really thought that I was going to get good advice here—seems that’s not the case.
“Meredith, she shouldn’t keep sleeping with him.”
“Why not?”
“Because she…”
Meredith laughs through her nose and comes to sit beside me. “Your friend, she’s probably not the type of girl to sleep around, right?”
“No.”
In my college time, I was only with two men. I didn’t date. I didn’t sleep around. I didn’t do anything that was considered risky or fun.
