“Progressed,” Fitz repeated.
“Yes.”
“Define ‘progressed.’”
“No.”
“Come on.”
“Absolutely not.”
“But—”
“We’re not discussing my personal life at that level of detail.”
“You just told us you threw wine at your mother!”
“That’s different.”
“How is that different?”
“It just is.”
Nathan was studying me with narrowed eyes. “You had sex.”
I said nothing.
“Oh my God, you slept with her,” Gabriel said.
“I’m not confirming or denying.”
“You totally slept with her,” Fitz said. “Look at his face. That’s the face of a man who’s had sex.”
“I don’t have a face.”
“You have avery specificface right now,” Nathan said. “It’s the ‘I’ve had sex, and it was good’ face.”
“There’s no such thing as—”
“There absolutely is,” Hayden said. “And you’re making it.”
I felt my face heat.
“Oh my God, he’sblushing,” Winnie said. “Julien Darcy isblushing.”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” Quinton said, speaking for the first time. “You’re definitely blushing.”
“This is inappropriate workplace conversation.”
“You started it by showing up late in sneakers and looking happy.” Nathan smiled.
“That’s not—”
“So,” Fitz said, leaning forward with a wicked grin. “On a scale of one to ten, how good was it?”
“I’m not answering that.”
