“For sure,” Mischa chimes in. “I honestly don’t think it’s a great idea to bring those types of cookies around when there’s a small child around. If Claudia tried to pull this kind of thing at my place, I’d be kicking her out.”
Thankfully, Claudia is out of earshot, busy playing with Ethan on the floor, but Mischa makes an excellent point.
We all get comfortable on the sectional. Claudia and Abigail have helped themselves to chocolate chip cookies, and Mischa, Ethan, and I are enjoying the shortbreads.
“So what’s new with you?” I ask Mischa.
“The usual,” she says. “Busy with work. I hardly see the boys these days. They’re always locked up in their rooms. And Tristan and his girlfriend…” She rolls her eyes. “I’ve been hanging with Ava a lot lately. She’s such a sweet girl.”
“How’s Brian?” I ask.
Her face lights up. “Still busy brightening young minds.”
“How about you, Abby?” Claudia pipes in. “Any progress on Project Baby?”
She sighs audibly. “Not yet,” she says. “I’m no spring chicken I guess.”
“It’ll happen,” I tell her. I know it will. I can feel it in my bones.
“Well, I’m sure you’re having fun trying,” Claudia gushes.
Abigail brightens up. “We definitely are.”
“How is the new beau?” I ask Claudia, my tone teasing. “Keeping you busy?”
“Hell yes,” she says. “We pretty much have sex every chance we get. And it’s amazing.”
I smile, brought back to Weston’s desk. I’ll never be able to look at that desk the same way again. I’ll never be able to look at my pink Louboutins without remembering him slipping my panties back on. God, I hope this doesn’t end badly, because if it does, I might never be able to wear those heels again.
“Speaking of boyfriends,” Claudia says. “I can’t believe Samuel turned out to be a crazy rapist.”
“Well, he was never my boyfriend,” I point out. “That was the problem. He wanted to be.”
“So… Mr. Dark & Mysterious,” she coos. “What’s up with him?”
I blush. I’ve never been good at lying. I might as well fess up. “Well…”
Claudia perks up, a brow arched. “Well what?”
“Well… we kind of have a thing,” I confess. “It’s just fun.”
“Really?” Mischa asks with wide eyes. “You have a thing with your boss?”
“Well, don’t make it sound so tawdry, Mischa,” Claudia scolds. “I think it’s fantastic.”
I shrug, a little uncomfortable.
“Does he do you over his desk?” she asks. “I bet he does.”
I shake my head, remembering again. I blush at the memory.
“He soooo does,” she teases. “You lucky bitch. The man is fine.”
Ethan reaches his hand out to Claudia. “Cookie!”
“No, no, Ethan… this cookie is bad.” She pulls a face. “It tastes so bad.” And then she takes a bite.
He looks at her, dumbfounded.
