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ThatGuy:
Let's just say that Mr. Ellis got caught with an appendage in the cookie jar.
LolaB:
Oh god. Do I even want to know?
ThatGuy:
I don't know, Lola. You tell me? Are you too prim and proper to hear this, or are you a little bit of a devil too?
Oddly enough, his words make me think about Daire and the way that I am with him. He makes me feel like I don’t know the difference between wrong and right. Or maybe wrong can be right sometimes. Heat spreads over my cheeks, and I feel guilty for thinking of Daire while I talk to ThatGuy.
Then when I try to rationalize, I feel guilty for talking to ThatGuy at all while I'm carrying on with Daire. But it's not like he doesn't know. It's not like I haven't told him exactly what I'm doing on these dating apps. And exactly what's going to happen in two weeks, when our time is up.
I try to focus on one predicament at a time.
LolaB:
I can be a little bit devilish. When I want to.
ThatGuy:
Hmmm... you've got me thinking some pretty devilish thoughts myself right now, little Lola B ;)
LolaB:
Mmmmhmmm, enough with the innuendo. Time to spill the beans. What did Mr. Ellis do?
ThatGuy:
Okay, just remember you asked for it. What I'm about to tell you will be burned into your brain for eternity. But it's only fair really, that if I have to live with the visual, you should too.
LolaB:
Okay, I'm ready. Except, my visual will never be as bad as yours because you actually know the guy, whereas I can only paint a vague picture in my mind.
ThatGuy:
Ugggg, don't remind me. I have to look his wife in the eye every time we meet and try not to betray the level of her husband’s depravity.
LolaB:
You're stalling.
ThatGuy:
You're impatient...
Idon't reply. And eventually, he gives in and tells me, which I knew he would. I think ThatGuy doesn't possess a whole lot of patience himself, really.
ThatGuy:
Okay here it is. So, word is, his secretary came in early one morning. Caught Mr. Ellis in the company break room, fucking a warm cup of yogurt.
Achoked laughbubbles up my throat before turning into full-on fit. Britt glances at me from across the room and smiles. "You've been awfully giggly lately. Who's been texting you?"
I shake my head and attempt to remain serious and somewhat professional. I don't want to admit that I've been internet dating, even if Britt probably does it herself. That's the thing these days. But it still feels a bit weird to say it out loud. Plus, she'd likely see it as a betrayal of Daire too, since she's not so secretly obsessed with him.
