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“Bullshit. The last time I talked to you, you were moaning and groaning. Now it’s fine?”
“Yeah.” I slide the beer across the bar and shove the cash into the register.
“I’m disappointed. I was hoping you’d have more to spill.”
I lean over, calling out to another patron for his order. “Disappointed how?”
“You work for a hot-as-sin guy. He’s rude and brawny, and to be honest, I bet he wants you. And you come in telling me it’s beenfine?” She throws her hands up.
I turn to her and shrug. “Well, it has been. And why would helikeme?” I walk away, filling more drink orders.
“Because you’re hot. He’s hot. You got a hot office romance thing going on. My favorite trope.”
I roll my eyes and slide three tequila shots across the bar. “I wouldn’t consider myself hot, but what we look like has nothing to do with it. I’m his employee. Not going there. Plus, I’m not into arrogant jerks who get off on talking down to people.”
“I don’t know. I find all that aggression sexy. I bet he’s totally dominant in the bedroom.”
“Mindy.”
“You know it’s true. A beast in the workplace, a beast in the bedroom.” She laughs, and I whip her shoulder with a bar towel.
“Isn’t it a lady in the streets, freak in the—gross, it doesn’t matter. I don’t even wanna think about that.”
“Bullshit.Oh, Mr. Monroe, I jammed the copier. I think you need to spank me—”
“Mindy!”
“Come on, you know it would be super hot.”
“Doubt it.”
“Liar.”
“He’s an egotistical jerk. I bet he goes home and beats off to stock numbers and financial reports.”
“Maybe you should ask him.”
I release an unladylike snort. “No!”
“Why not?”
“What, am I just supposed to walk up to him and be like, ‘Hey, boss, just curious. Do you enjoy whips and chains and whacking it to the Dow Jones?’”
“No, you prude. Ask him what he’s into. Maybe you two have things in common.”
“That’sa hard no.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ask.”
“And I never will because I don’t care to know!” I take an order while Mindy follows me down the bar.
“Lame. Is he married?”
“I have no idea.”
“Did you see a ring on his finger?”
I stop and turn, bumping into her. “Mindy, I’m not looking at his fingers.” Or his very large hands. “I’m done with this conversation.”
