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I buzzed Veronica.
She poked her head in. “Yes, Mr. Quigley?”
I smiled. “I could sure use a double espresso about now.”
“Right away,” she replied as she closed the door behind her.
One of the perks of being the boss was the ability to buy a top-of-the-line espresso machine for the office without anyone questioning my judgment. When I’d worked for Dad in California, he’d thought the expense was too frivolous. If a simple Mr. Coffee was good enough for him, it was damn well good enough for the rest of us.
Josh tossed my squeeze ball from one hand to the other. “So?” he asked.
“I got used for sex last night, I think.”
He laughed. “And that’s a problem?”
“She said she just had to get it done. Her first sex after her divorce.”
After she had said that, I couldn’t get over feeling like I was just a means to an end.
“It’s every guy’s fantasy to be used for sex, so what’s the problem?”
“Seriously?” I asked.
I used women for sex, not the other way around. At least I had always thought so.
“Yeah, sounds pretty fucking awesome to me. Give me her number if you don’t want to provide the service.” He laughed. “I’m up for that kind of work any night.”
“Fuck you. You’ve already got a girlfriend. Or did you piss her off too?” Josh had recently been seeing someone named Brinna who I hadn’t met yet. He had gone through quite a few girls——not because it was his style, but because he always managed to screw it up somehow. Foot-in-mouth disease, I called it.
He sucked in a breath. “No. We’re just going slow.” This was news. The way he talked about her, I’d thought they would be further along.
He put my squeeze ball back on the desk.
“Slow?”
“Fuck you. You just got laid, and now you’re hassling me because all she wanted was your body and not your mind. You’re fucked up, you know that?”
I didn’t respond. I had always thought the women I bedded wanted to fuckme, but was I merely providing a service? Was I an unpaid male prostitute?
“Look, she really got to you. I get it. Stop being a dickhead and give her a call, ask her to dinner.”
I frowned. I didn’t do dinner dates. It was a surefire way to get a girl’s mind on the relationship track, and I wasn’t boarding that train again. Not ever.
Josh sighed. “So not dinner. Yeah, it’s against your principles. Just give me her number and I’ll take her to dinner and ask her what she saw in you. I’m sure it’ll be a short conversation.”
I rolled my eyes. “Very funny.”
“Was she at least pretty?”
“Gorgeous enough that she wouldn’t give you the time of day.”
Gorgeous was putting it mildly. Amy’s beauty had taken my breath away, and we’d had an unbelievable night together.
“You know, refusing to see a girl like that a second time just proves you’re an idiot.”
I tilted my head. “Blow me,” I repeated.
I had no intention of sharing women, Amy or anyone else, with Josh or any other coworker. Bumping into them again would be more than awkward for everybody.
