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“You mean sexting,” Reid corrected.
“What is the matter with you?” Flynn grumbled.
“You want the list in alphabetical order or in order of importance?” Gage chuckled.
Reid let the comment slide. “If you’re not going to shag, then you need to fix it. Before something awful happens like she quits and we have to replace her. Sabrina isn’t only your friend, you know. We all need her.”
“She’s not quitting. We’re fine. It happened. I just didn’t want there to be any awkwardness when we’re inevitably in the office together again. So now you know. Don’t make a big deal about it.”
Reid snorted.
“I’m serious.”
“You’re the one who brought it up.” Reid smiled at a passing waitress and she almost tripped over her own feet. He turned back to Flynn. “You tried to log in to your work email.”
“How do you know that?” So, yeah, he’d attempted to check his work email three times. On the third try he was locked out for having the wrong password. A lightbulb glowed to life over his head. “You changed my password.”
“You don’t let me run your IT department for nothing.” Good-looking and ridiculously smart shouldn’t have been a combo that God allowed.
“I didn’t agree to be shut out entirely.”
“That was implied,” Gage chimed in, the traitor.
“You’re in sales. What do you know?”
“Sales brings in the money. I’m a direct link to Monarch’s success. Don’t be angry with me because you don’t know how to relax.”
“Refills?” the waitress who’d nearly stumbled stopped to ask, her eyes on Reid.
“Please, love,” he responded, all British charm.
“And a round of tequila,” Gage told her. She tore her eyes off Reid but her gaze lingered on Gage long enough that Flynn assessed a passing admiration. Then she turned to ask Flynn if he also needed a refill.
“I’m good,” Flynn told her. “Word of advice, stay away from him.” He pointed to Reid, who promptly lost his smile, and then gestured to Gage. “And him.”
Propping a hand on her hip, she faced Flynn, pushing out her chest. Her breasts threatened to overflow from her tight, V-neck shirt. Her blond hair was pinned into a sloppy bun, her figure curvy and attractive.
“So your friends would recommend I go out with you?”
“Incorrect, love,” Reid piped up. “My pal Flynn is not the one for you.”
“No? Why not?” she asked, flirting.
“He’s far too serious for a girl like you. You look like someone who knows how to have fun.”
“I do.” She tipped her head toward Reid, mischief in her dark brown eyes.
“As do I.”
“Hmm. I don’t know.” She turned back to Flynn. “I like serious sometimes. I’m Reba.” She offered a hand and Flynn shook it. “Would you like to have a drink with me tonight, Serious Flynn? I’m off at eleven and I don’t work until noon tomorrow. That gives me a space of thirteen open hours if you’d like to fill them.”
She swiped her tongue along her lips and it took a count of ten while staring up at her, her hand in his grip, for Flynn to realize what Reba was offering. To sleep with him tonight after her shift and then to sleep in with him tomorrow.
“Sorry. I have plans.” He dropped her hand and her smile fell. With a slightly embarrassed expression, she promised to return with their beers. Gage and Reid glared at him like they’d been personally offended.
“What gives?” Reid shook his head in disbelief. “She tied a bow on that offer.”
“Nothing gives. I’m not interested.”
