“And he’s so good in bed,” she goes on. At that, Sally, her manicurist, smiles. We all smile.
“Lucky girl,” I say, brought back to Mr. Boss Man’s closet. I wanted him so badly. He’s awakened a part of me I thought was dead. I haven’t thought about sex since before Donovan’s death, and I was sure I never would again. But now it’s all I can think about… sex.
“And she gets to eat gourmet food,” Abigail chimes in. “I’m so jealous.”
“Where is Mischa?” Sandra asks.
“Oh, she had a thing with her kid,” Claudia tells her. “She’ll be here next time.”
“So enough about me,” Claudia says. “Tell us all about Mr. Dark & Mysterious.”
I smile. “You can call him Weston.”
“Yes, yes… Weston. Now dish.”
I bite my lip, wondering what I should share. I desperately want to confide in someone. My thoughts have been whirling around in my brain for the past twenty-four hours and driving me crazy.
“We almost kissed,” I blurt out.
Claudia jerks up, causing her manicurist to completely mess up. Claudia’s toe is covered in red polish.
“Oh, no,” Sally scoffs. “You can’t jump up like that. Now I need to start all over.”
“Sorry,” she says and turns to me. “What? You almost kissed your boss?”
Sally and Sandra perk up. Even Lorraine, Abigail’s manicurist, who usually looks bored out of her skull, sits a little straighter.
“How did this happen?” Abigail asks.
I’ve opened the gates. Everyone is invested now. I can’t go back. “Well, as you already know, Rosetta’s been gone so it’s just us two, and we’ve been having lunch together every day in his kitchen, take-out and leftovers and stuff.”
Claudia nods, riveted. “Nice.”
“We’ve gotten kind of close, kind of fast. We have a lot in common. We’re kind of on the same page…” I sigh, thinking about him, and hoping that stupid almost-kiss hasn’t changed everything. “Anyway, we’ve been flirting a little. He calls me Grasshopper.”
Abigail laughs. “Wow, that’s sexy,” she says sarcastically. “Why grasshopper?”
“Because he says I hop around all the time.”
“You totally do,” Claudia trills. “He’s right. Clever boy.”
“Oh yeah… he’s clever, all right. You have no idea.”
“What about the kiss?” Sandra says.
I smile. “Anyway, he offered to give me a tour of the penthouse.”
Abigail sits up straighter. “Oooh… you need to tell us all about it.”
“It’s so amazing,” I tell her. “The light fixtures alone are probably worth more than my car. And everything is so perfect and sleek. The windows—”
“Who cares about the penthouse,” Claudia cuts in. “We want to hear about the kiss.”
“Yes, sorry… so we found ourselves in his bedroom at the end of the tour—”
“Ooohhh…the bedroom,” Abigails coos.
“Who cares about the bedroom,” Claudia scoffs. “Stop interrupting, Abby.”
