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“Yes,” she quickly confirms. “Make sure you look nice; she wants to take photos and post them on social media to make her ex feel like shit.”
“That’ll be easy,” I reply, already opening a text to Sophie to ask if she’s free next Tuesday night for the ballet.
“Hunter, are you feeling okay?” Hannah asks.
“Why?” I ask, distracted as I type out the text to Sophie.
“You didn’t even ask what Allison looks like.”
My fingers pause over my keyboard. She’s right. In this situation, if I thought there was any chance in hooking up with the woman, I would ask to see pictures. Even though Hannah doesn’t want me fucking her friends, it has been known to happen on occasion. But with Sophie at the forefront of my mind, I never even considered it in this situation. I don’t know if it’s because my sister is calling me out on my player reputation or because I’m annoyed with myself for letting one weekend with Sophie change my habits.
“Why would that matter?” I say, the defensiveness in my voice hard to disguise. “She’s your friend, and she’s fresh off a breakup. I’m not going to hit on her.”
“Don’t get your boxers in a bunch. I’m just teasing you. You’re mighty sensitive today.”
“I’ve got a meeting. Do you need anything else?” I ask.
“That’s all,” she says, all cheery and satisfied. “The tickets will be under your name at the theater.”
“Thanks.”
We exchange goodbyes and end the call.
I stare down at my unfinished text to Sophie, second guessing sending it. I don’t normally make plans with women, but that’s what Sophie had wanted. Structure and planning around our busy schedules. To make it work for both of us. I want her beneath me with no complications, and she wants orgasms and to see the city. The ballet was one of the items on her growing list.
I finish texting out the details and hit send.
Sophie:OMG!! That would be dope!
Dope. Has that word come back into use? I decide to ignore the reminder that I became a teenager the year Sophie was born.
Hunter:Glad you’re excited. Do you have a dress to wear?
Sophie:I think I can get one from Emma.
Sophie:And thank you for giving me a heads up so I’m not in a sports bra and shorts.
Hunter:Please wear underwear.
Before she responds, I type out another message.
Hunter:Or don’t.
Sophie:Ha! I’m not hooking up with you at the NYC ballet. It’s civilized. No funny business.
I smirk at her last text. She must not realize the lengths I’ll go to fuck her. If there’s any opportunity to touch Sophie, I’m going to take it.
CHAPTER14
Sophie
The start of my second week at Marion Adler Events goes much more smoothly. My nerves and stomach are settled. And after being satiated from my weekend with Hunter, I feel ready to take on the world.
By Tuesday afternoon, I’ve reviewed all the files for the upcoming weddings on Johnathan’s calendar. It’s customary for Marion to oversee the planning while the assistant planners take on the execution of details like locking in vendors and budget management. As an intern, I’m relegated to tasks such as coffee fetching, office supply ordering, and inputting notes from client planning meetings. It’s not glamorous, but from what I can tell from the other interns, Johnathan is the best at including me in all aspects of the process, even if it’s not necessary. I’m grateful that he wants to show me the ropes. And that he assured me he wouldn’t be telling Marion about what happened at the meeting last week.
The lunch meeting with Hannah, James, and Hunter feels like a lifetime ago. I’ve almost forgotten about the awkwardness of admitting I’ve slept with Hunter, until Johnathan informs me we’ve got a meeting with Hannah. The second I walk into the conference room where Marion, Hannah and Johnathan are already seated, I’m nervous Hannah might say something. While Hannah has no idea that me and Hunter have agreed to a secret fling, I’m still on edge.
“Sophie, thanks for joining us.” Marion motions for me to sit beside her, across from Hannah. “Would you please take notes on our meeting?”
