Page 10 of A Little Bit Uncertain

Audra’s here at the office. This is what she looks like.

Maeve snapped a photo of me with my hand over my mouth and eyes as wide as saucers and sent it to the group.

Audra

You’re an asshole for that, Maeve. In my defense, he looks quite a bit different. But eek. I made out with Harold Skinter. FML.

Cora

Oh, I bet he knew exactly who you were and was purposely being shady by not disclosing that he did. Audra isn’t exactly a common name and it’s not like you look way different. I haven’t seen him, much less thought about him, in years, but I’m damn curious now. I’m totally going to creep on him to see what he looks like these days. Was the kiss good?

Audra

I mean, I was buzzed, but nothing about it screamed bad lay.

Jules

We don’t want mediocre sex, Audra. We want mind-blowing orgasms.

Audra

I don’t know. I can’t separate what I know now from what I can speculate. Now, I almost want to try it out so I can judge it.

Maeve

Normally, I say take one for the team, and science, and all that, but in this case … don’t.

Audra

Was this a nickname he got in high school and just never shook off? I mean, a teenage beanpole boy Harold might differ from square-jawed, muscle-man Harold. What a terrible nickname to have. Poor Harry.

Jules

The situation hasn’t improved.

Cora

Jules. JULES. JULIETTE JUNIPER HADLEY (If I could make the letters even bigger, I would) … DID YOU SLEEP WITH HAROLD SKINTER?!

Jules

No, thank freaking God. One of my college friends did last year when we were in town visiting. She said it was … and I quote … the single most disappointing night of her life. I think she expected him to take charge and be all alpha with all his muscles, and he literally came after like 45 seconds into sex without any additional foreplay. He didn’t even finish her off. It’s not just a clever nickname.

Audra

Christ. Well … get back to your day. Send sympathies to me because I will have to let him down via text. Send sympathies to Harold, too. I wonder if he knows how people talk about him.

Jules

He has to know he sucks.

Cora

Bye, guys!

Maeve and I were laughing so hard we were crying. We made such a ruckus that Donovan opened his office door and glared at us. That should have stopped us, but it had the opposite effect. The scowl he shot our way transformed us into two middle schoolers who had just been reprimanded. We both put our heads down and tried to stop, but it just made our shoulders shake. We couldn’t get it under control.

When I finally looked up and took him in, my insides churned. This man was the definition of suit porn. Who wore a suit like that to this small-town two-person office? Donovan Wright. And he looked so damn good. The pinstripe jacket fit perfectly over his broad shoulders, and his crisp baby blue shirt accentuated his tan skin, looking so good against that dirty blond hair.