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Aithan’s text came up first:
Ready for that cup of coffee?
“You put his name and number in your contacts. You would’ve deleted it if he was an asshole. And he’s not giving up after one no.”
I bit my lip. “I hardly know him, Drew. He’s Tristan’s boss.”
“Is he hot?” My blush answered him. Grinning like the devil, he grabbed my phone and talked as he typed: “Love to. I’ll meet you. When and where?”
My jaw fell. “Are you nuts?”
“Yes. And you love me for it. You deserve a date with a sexy beast, Zel.”
“How do you know he’s sexy?”
He held up a finger. “Number One, you blushed.” He raised a second finger. “Number Two, he’s your ex’s boss. Ergo, he’s ripped. He could have a face like a horse’s ass — which he doesn’t according to Number One — and he’d still be sexy.”
I sat open-mouthed, still trying to wrap my head around Drew’s reaction to Aithan. “But you and I just screwed.”
“Which was amazing, and I have every intention of doing it again and often. What’s that got to do with you seeing Aithan Mazur?”
“Um.”
“Nothing. We don’t own each other just because we fucked like monkeys, Brick. I won’t stop you from seeing other people.”
Did that mean I had to share him? I wasn’t sure if I wanted to, but I also didn’t have the right to keep him to myself. We’d fucked once. Okay, it was more like three or four times, but that was nitpicking. “Okaaay. I guess I have a coffee date.” He had me off kilter. Again.
My phone buzzed to confirm it.
Today? Liquid Mud on Phinney at 10:30am?
It’s a date
Drew grinned. He pulled me up and sent me toward the stairs with a slap on my ass. “You get pretty. I’ll pick out something sexy for you to wear.”
As I applied a little eyeshadow and lipstick, he shuffled through my wardrobe, complaining. The man was incorrigible.
“Hell and damnation, woman. Don’t you own anything sexier than jeans?”
“It’s coffee, remember?”
“It’s a first date.”
“He’s already seen me in shlubby morning clothes looking like I just rolled out of bed, because I’d just rolled out of bed. I don’t think he’s expecting much.”
“Which is why you want to wow him.” The clatter of wooden clothes hangers drifted from the closet. “Hello. What’s this?” He emerged with the wiggle dress.
I arched a brow. “A bit much for coffee. I don’t need to look desperate.”
He considered the dress and nodded. “True. Save this for a dinner date. This says, ‘Fuck me,’ for sure.”
I laughed. “You’re outrageous. You know that?”
“I do.” He waggled his eyebrows at me and dove back into the closet. “No. No. Nooo. Why do you evenownthis? No. Wait. Yes. No. Annnd, yes.” Drew returned with a black, pinstriped pencil skirt and a button down denim shirt. “Please tell me you own heels that don’t look like a sixty-year-old substitute teacher bought them.”
I chewed my lip. He wasn’t far from the truth. “I have leopard print wedges.”
He nodded. “That’ll do. Dress, I’ll find them.”
