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“Hmm?” I play coy.
“Rachel is starting a rumor that you’re both fucking Grayson.”
Wait, what? That’s not what I expected her to say. “Rachel said she slept with him?”
“That’s what she’s saying. She said you were sloppy seconds.”
I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach.
“Is it true?” she asks, concerned.
“I…didn’t know he slept with Rachel.” Tears prickle my eyes. “No, I didn’t sleep with him.”
“Oh love, I’m sorry.” She moves in for a hug as a tear rolls down my cheek.
I wipe away the tear and wrap my arms around her.
“You want to go for an early lunch?”
Pulling my arms back, I nod. “Yeah, I don’t feel like being here right now.”
When I walk out, Grayson is in the lobby talking with Rachel and Tracy. Rachel looks at me and smirks. Grayson sees me and raises his head to get a better look at me. I turn away from both of them and walk out with Claire.
Lunch at Segarro’s doesn’t help. I can barely eat, feeling like a fool for letting myself feel anything for Grayson. Just like the saying; early bird catches the worm. Rachel caught it alright and probably gave it an STD while she was at it.
“Stupid cunt,” I blurt out.
“Damn, Em, you’re pissed about this, aren’t you?” Claire asks, her brown eyes wide.
“I should’ve known. Rachel sleeps with anything that has a penis in a ten-mile radius. I guess I thought there might’ve been something between Grayson and me.”
Claire juts out her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Em. I don’t know what to say. I know this is exactly why you didn’t want to get involved in the first place. You aren’t going to leave and take another job, are you?”
I shake my head. “No, I’ll have to suck it up and get over it. From now on, it’s all business, though. I’m gonna take the rest of the day off and work from home. Will you tell Grayson I wasn’t feeling well?”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Thank you.”
After paying my bill and saying goodbye, I head straight home. The first thing I do is take a shower, washing off any remaining memory of Grayson and our morning session. With comfy, pink shorts, a tank top, and my fluffy, cream slippers, I create a makeshift desk on my coffee table, open up my laptop, and get to work.
A couple hours into a book I doze off. The sound of hard knocking at my door startles me awake. I rub my eyes as I amble to the door. Grayson, still in his work clothes, is on the other side, staring at me with what looks like a mixture of worry and confusion.
“Are you actually sick?”
“What time is it?”
“Four-thirty. I came straight here. Are you okay? Claire told me you went home because you weren’t feeling well. Is that true?”
“It is.” Truthfully it is, but not for the reason he thinks.
“Can I come in?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
His jaw tenses. “I’m not worried about getting sick, Emma.”
“I’m not sick, Grayson. I’m disgusted.”
