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gets closer to twelve o’clock. By now the office has filled up and
there are people teeming around trying to cram as much as they into one day.
At eleven, my desk phone rings, breaking me out of my work-induced haze.
“Cassey Emerson speaking,” I say automatically.
    “Hey bitch.” It’s Quinn.
I smile. “Well if it isn’t my nymphomaniac best friend,” I reply, teasing.
“Oh shut up. You’re just jealous because you’re not getting any sexy time.”
I snort. “Okay, Quinny, whatever you say.”
“You could remedy that you know. Just have one night with Kyler and you’ll
be good to go.”
“Is there another reason you called, besides encouraging me to screw my new
boss?”
Quinn hums on the other end of the line, and I can picture her at her desk, a
pencil in her hand with an article in front of her and her dark rimmed glasses
she only wears at the office.
“Oh yes,” she exclaims. “Drew is going to call you. I think he might ask you to
go as his date to his parents anniversary next weekend.”
I groan. “Why?” There’s a brief pause and then it hits me. “And how the hell
did he get my number, Quinn?”
Silence. Except for Quinn’s breathing on the other end.
“Quinn?”
“Ok, fine,” she sighs. “I gave it to him after you left. I thought you two could
get to know each other while’s in the city this week.”
“And you didn’t think to ask me before giving him my number?”
“I didn’t think you’d mine, Cass.”
“Well, I do. I don’t like him, and if you have some elaborate plot up your sleeve
to get me to sleep with him, you have a better chance of getting me into bed
with Kyler.”
Saying his name makes me look up at the clock. Only fifteen minutes have
passed, and I feel like time is deliberately slowing down to torture me.
“Speaking of which,” I add quickly. “He called me.”
“Who did? Kyler?” Quinn’s voice raises an octave and I can literally hear her
perk up.
“Yes. He told me to meet him in his office. He’s ordering lunch?”
“Did he say why he wants to see you?”
“All he said was that we have something to talk about, and then he hung up.”
Quinn goes quiet for a few moments, thinking about what this means, no
doubt.
“I give it two weeks,” she says.
I frown. “Give what two weeks?” I ask, confused by her statement.
“That’s how long it’ll take before you screw him.”
My irritation starts to boil, simmering just below the surface. Quinn is being
too pushy about this, and it’s starting to annoy me. “Are you being serious right
now, Quinn?”
“Yip.”
“How can you be so sure?” I ask. “We barely know each other. I met him yesterday for God’s sake!”
Quinn snickers, and I know she’s doing it to rile me up. She gets a kick out of
pushing my buttons from time to time. “Trust me, you don’t need to know a
man to ‘bump uglies’, as you call it.”
“Well maybe you don’t,” I retort quickly. “But I do. And what makes you think
I’d want to have sex with Kyler anyway?”
“Because anything with a vagina wants to sleep with him. Except me.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, whatever, Quinn. I’m done with this conversation. You’re
wrong, and I’m going to prove it.”
“If you say so, Cass, but I’m only looking out for you sexual well-being, and I
look forward to hearing about how good Kyler is in bed.”Too late. I’m already
thinking about it.
“Enough!” I cry out. “I’m seeing him in fifteen minutes and the last thing I
want to think about is how good he is in the sack. Now, change of topic please.
Are you going to be home tonight?”
“Yes, and dinner is on me.”
“No Jarred?”
“Not tonight,”Quinn replies.“Or for the next five days.The red taxi is in town.”
“Join the club,” I mutter. “A girls night is in order then. I’ll bring the vino, and
you can bring the Ben & Jerry’s.”
“Sounds like a date. I expect a full report on your meeting with Mr. Knight,”
Quinn says,