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I laugh. “It’s only been a month.”
“Really? It seems longer.”
I pick up the menu sitting on the table and look at her over the top, my eyes glinting playfully. “Probably because you’ve had your head full of Mr. CEO.”
Her eyes roll heavenward and she snorts. “That’s not the only thing that’s been full of Mr. CEO,” she mutters, avoiding my gaze.
I slap the menu down on the table, and lean across it, my interest more than piqued. “Um, excuse me. You care to elaborate on that statement?”
Slowly, her lips curve into a smile that takes over her entire face. “Yeah, so, I slept with Wyatt.”
I grin back at her. “When? How did it happen? Was he any good?” I feel like a teenager bombarding her girlfriend with all of these questions, but damn, I’m almost as invested in what happens between them as she is.
She laughs, but before she can answer, our waitress walks up. After giving her my drink order, I impatiently wait for Megan to give hers.
“Spill,” I demand the moment the waitress is out of ear shot.
Her dimples pop out with her big grin. “It happened a few nights ago. How it happened is cliché as hell. And, girl,” now it’s her turn to lean over the table as she lowers her voice, “good doesn’t even come close to how well that man fucks. Today is the first day I’ve been able to walk properly since it happened.”
“A few nights ago? Why are you just now telling me?”
“I wanted to tell you in person.”
I can understand that. It’s always better to tell your best friend juicy details face to face.
“Fine. I’ll let that slide.” I roll my hand in a gesture for her to continue. “Now tell me how it happened. I don’t care how cliché it sounds.”
“Let’s order first. This may take a while, and I’m starving.”
After we call the waitress back over, she takes our order, and brings our drinks, Megan begins her story.
“A few nights ago, I stayed late to finish some reports due the next day. Everyone had left for the night, or so I thought. I was in the elevator leaving when a hand appeared between the closing doors.”
“Let me guess. It was Wyatt.”
She plays with the ring around the cloth napkin, rolling it around. “He said some pretty nasty things to me earlier in the day, so I ignored him. I was done with his uncaring ass. No more secret crush. As far as I was concerned, he could jump off a high-rise building for all I cared. My silence apparently didn’t bother him, because he didn’t acknowledge my presence in the elevator.”
When she frowns, I reach across the table and grab her hand.
“What happened?”
The concentrated look disappears and she looks at me. “We were a few floors from the first when the elevator suddenly stopped. I looked over and saw him with his finger on the emergency stop button. After what he had said earlier that day, I was angry that he would entrap me in an elevator with him and figured he was taking the opportunity to spew more hatred at me. Furious, I walked across that damn elevator and stood in front of him. When I demanded he start it again, he only said “No.” She mimics a deep voice. “That’s when I decided I’d had enough and lifted my hand to smack the shit out of him.”
“Oh damn.” I laugh. “I bet he didn’t take that too kindly. Not that he didn’t deserve it.”
“It never happened,” she tells me. “He caught my hand, and the next thing I knew, I was up against the elevator wall with my legs around his waist and his mouth devouring mine.”
“Holy crap.”
“You got that right. I was just as shocked as you are.” She laughs. “It wasn’t long before we were ripping off each other’s clothes. After what he said to me earlier, I still had a lot of pent-up anger, and you can believe I took it out on him. The sex was rough, raw, and aggressive.” She sighs. “But it was the best sex I had ever had in my entire fucking life. I left without saying a word to him, and I haven’t seen him since. He was out of the office the last couple of days.”
“Has he tried calling you?”
“A couple of times, but I let them go to voicemail.”
“Are you planning to see him again? I mean, obviously besides seeing him at work.”
“I don’t know.” She slides her hands over the table and laces her fingers together. “The asshole needs to pay for how he’s treated me. I think I’m going to make him stew for a bit. I want to know if he’s really interested or if I was just a convenient hole to stick his dick in.”
