Page 36 of Mr. Perfect

I didn’t even get a pat on the ass. Or a, ‘Thanks for the fun.’

Bastard.

A knock on my office door pulls me back to the present. It opens a crack, and then Ming is peeking through, glaring at me. “I cannot believe you,” she says over Adeline’s “Thank yous” and “Oh, you’re so sweets” to the people out in the Atrium. Then Ming grabs her by the arm and drags her inside my office, slamming the door behind them.

“What the fuck did I just see?” Ming yells.

“Shhhh,” I say, pointing to the door. “He’s on the other side of that fucking door!”

“He’s gone,” Adeline says. “He couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Didn’t even stop for an autograph.”

“Did you get the phone?” I ask Ming.

“No!” she says. “I looked everywhere. It wasn’t in there. He must keep it on him.”

“You’re kidding me. So I just let him—”

Ming wags her finger at me. “Don’t pretend with me, girlfriend. You didn’t just let him do anything to cover for me. When did this start? And what is the deal with this office? It looks brand new.”

“Yeah,” Adeline says, dragging her finger over the soft fabric of the chairs in front of the desk before taking a seat and getting comfortable. “I’ve been in this office before. Disgusting place. Smelled like cigars the last time I was here.”

“He just… he… just surprised me. Tonight.”

“Yeah,” Ming says, taking a seat in the second chair in front of my desk. “With his dick in your pussy.”

“We did not have sex!” I insist.

“I heard you come,” Ming says.

“Oh, my God, you did not.”

“I absolutely did. I had my ear to the door the entire time.” She crosses her arms and her legs like this is final, and then nods her head. “Now start from the beginning and don’t stop until we get to this moment right here.”

I sigh, then walk around my new desk and take a seat in the leather chair where Mac was just sitting. It’s still warm against my bare thighs and I find myself wishing he didn’t leave so fast.

Jesus. What have I gotten myself into?

“I’m so happy I came here today,” Adeline says with a smirk. “Don’t leave anything out.”

So I rewind the past two days and begin with Mac standing over me at the bottom of the slide.

“Well,” Adeline says when I finish. “The office is lovely.”

“I don’t get it,” Ming says, chewing on her fingernail—a bad habit we’ve both picked up over the years. “What is he doing? One-upping his brother?”

“Wait, you think he’s jealous that I was seeing Heath?”

“You weren’t seeing Heath!” they both say together.

“You were delusional, Ellie,” Adeline says. “Heath was stringing you along, I already told you this.”

“Yeah,” Ming says. “I think so too. I mean, I never thought you and him would ever get together in a million years, but now that Adeline mentions it, I do think that’s why he was pretending like you two had a chance.”

“Well, thank you, guys.” I roll my eyes. “What a way to make a girl feel inadequate.”

“That’s not what we’re insinuating at all, Ellie,” Adeline says. “You’re way too good for Heath. He just likes slutty girls and you’re not his type.”

“So why is Mac doing this?” I ask. “If not because of Heath?”