Sidney: Based on my fertility app,
these are the important dates of
my cycle. Did you know sperm can
live up to five days inside me?
I shift uncomfortably, flicking my eyes to Lauren, who appears oblivious to my distraction.
Me: Yes, I knew that.
Sidney: So we should schedule this
into your calendar.
*Fuck Sidney*.
How doesthat sound?
My knee jerks beneath the desk, slamming into it, and I groan, the pain enough to remove the image of bending Sidney over it. I need to get a fucking grip.
“Mr. Calahan?” Lauren steps forward.
“I’m okay,” I hiss out, rubbing at the tender spot.
Her iPad makes a dinging sound, and she returns her attention, her eyes widening when she sees the notification.
“Um,” she fidgets, “Sidney has requested to add something to your calendar.”
Oh no.
Despite my better judgement, I ask, “What is it?”
Part of me believes she won’t actually write that; it’ll probably be something along the lines ofdate with Sid,ormovie night.She knows other people have access to that calendar just like she does.
Lauren clears her throat, “Bend Sidney over.”
“Close it!” I bark.
She drops the iPad on the desk like it’s a bomb about to detonate.
“Am I missing something here?” She asks nervously.
“No,” I grind out, “That’s it for today.”
She dips her chin and scurries out of the office, her cheeks pink.
My thumbs move furiously over my screen.
Me: Sidney, there are other people who have
access to my calendar.
Sidney: Oh shit. Who saw??
Me: Lauren.
Sidney: Haha. Oh well.
