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“You did not just say that. Blake is my boss, Missy!” she cried.
“I know, but come on, we all want to bang him.” Missy shrugged, unperturbed, and nudged her farther along the hallway.
Bang him?
Jesus.
“Me, I want the big one. Daniel. Mother of mercy, did you see those thighs? I bet he has a long schlong to match. Girl, he can sit on my face any day.”
Oh, my God.
“Please stop talking,” she muttered.
“You know who I think would suit the fancy one?” Missy continued.
“Which one is the fancy—no, stop. Don’t answer that,” Leilani said.
What is wrong with me? Don’t encourage her.
But now she was a little invested and needed to know.
“Fletcher. He’s fancy. Does marketing and stuff. Carol from accounts. She’s older, but I think she’d be into doggy style. I can see him liking that.”
Someone please save me.
“I heard she was dating a younger man, and they were into threesomes. Can you imagine that? Carol with two men. I guess it could be another woman. I wonder if she’s bi. Do you think she’s bi?” Missy asked. “I have no gaydar, I just can’t tell.”
Leilani pressed open the door to the ladies room and walked over to one of the cubicles. Missy was waiting for her answer when she turned.
“I do not think about Carol’s sex life. At all,” she said, then shut the door with a bang.
“Is that you, Leilani?” CAROL asked from the cubicle next to her.
Oh, my fucking God.
As she dropped her face into her hands and began to pee, she heard Missy cackling.
It must’ve been ten minutes later when she finally emerged. She didn’t even care that someone might think she was doing number two. In fact, Leilani wasn’t sure if she was more concerned about Jacob or Carol at this point.
At least Missy had gone.
For now.
After quickly washing her hands, she dried them on the Dufort-emblemed hand towel and dropped it into the nice basket. Then stepped out of the restroom and joined the party.
Everyone had drinks. As she’d arranged, the servers circulated with bottles of wine and trays of food. The music was pumping, and people were starting to dance already.
When she reached the management table where she had been sitting all afternoon, she saw all the Dufort men had shrugged off their jackets and rolled up their sleeves.
Goddamn.
Missy was right. They were all incredibly handsome. But one stood out to her more than the rest.
Jacob.
The man stared at her as she reached for her purse and checked her phone.
No messages.
