Page 146 of Not Safe For Work
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” He dropped back into his chair. “Asshole.”
“As always,” Teagan said, “you walked into that.”
“Can we get back to the important subject here?” Bianca gestured at me. “How the hell did you hook up with him?”
“And when did you really switch to dudes?” Scott asked. “You were banging—”
“Shut up,” Cal muttered.
“Not your mom.” Scott rolled his eyes. “You brought that redhead to the Christmas party last year.”
“And what about all the bullshit you were preaching about the G-spot?” Bianca asked.
I put up my hands again. “Okay, first of all, the G-spot is not bullshit, and the redhead I brought to the Christmas party would happily testify to that. And second, if you look up the word ‘bisexual’ in the dictionary, it might explain a few things.”
“Okay, but…” Silent Dave said. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Yeah.” Cal eyed me over his monitor. “You’ve really been into dudes and chicks all this time, but you never said anything to us?”
I swallowed. “I… It wasn’t really something I advertised. I mean, you guys, you’re from a different generation. Mine…wasn’t quite so open about stuff like that.”
Bianca shook her head. “Wow. I can’t imagine being closeted for that long.”
“No kidding,” Scott said. “Being in the closet all the way through the Ice Age must’ve been—”
“Fuck you.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
Cal leaned back in his chair, lacing his hands behind his head. “I don’t know what you were so worried about. I mean, I’m cool with it. In fact, I think you should bring him next time we all hang out.”
“You… Really?”
“Well, yeah.” Cal shrugged. “Dude’s loaded—he can buy the booze!”
Everyone burst out laughing.
“All right, all right,” I said. “Get back to work, you guys.”
As Silent Dave put his headphones back on, and everyone else resumed chattering and working, Teagan came around her table. She hugged me gently. “That took some serious balls. What you said to Rick, I mean.”
“No, it didn’t. It just needed to be done.” As she released me, I added, “I was going crazy without him.”
“I know you were. I could tell. But you also stood up for all of us by doing that.”
“I wish I could say that was why I did it.”
She smiled. “Even if it was a side effect, it was a good one. And you got your man back.”
“Thank God,” I breathed, my shoulders dropping. “Another day of that, and I—”
“Don’t. You’ve got him. Don’t work yourself up over what might’ve happened.”
“You know that’s about as effective as telling you not to put your coffee so close to your model, right?”
“I know, but it was worth a try.” She patted my arm. “Now get back to work so you don’t get fired.”
She returned to her table, and I was about to return to mine, but my phone buzzed on my desk.
It was a text from Rick, and his five simple words ensured I wasn’t getting a goddamned thing done for the rest of the day:
What’s the plan for tonight?
