Page 73 of Some Things Never Change

I found myself grinning from ear to ear as Andy and I said in unison, “Thanks.”

“I’m going to assume you two will be eating lunch alone now?” asked Cindy.

“No,” I answered. “We live together and work in the same building, too, so we felt it was best if we didn’t. We can’t always be together.”

“You say that as if I’m not going to miss you like crazy,” said Andy, giving my hand a gentle tug.

I shook my head. “You see me at home all the time.”

“Alright, love birds. Come back down to earth. I’m also here,” said Cindy.

We laughed with blushing cheeks.

“I’m surprised you aren’t going to be eating lunch together. I’d expect you to be joined at the hip, either at lunch or breaks or in the stairwell,” commented Cindy.

My brows shot to my hairline. “The stairwell? Why in the world would we be there?”

Cindy’s smile morphed into a mischievous smirk. “Oh, come on. There’s no way you don’t want a quick peck here and there throughout the day. The stairwell is the best place for that, by the way. There are only cameras on every other floor and no one hardly ever uses it here, so there’s plenty of privacy.”

Both Andy and I glanced at one another to share the same confused look. I had always known Cindy had an office romance kink and was a sucker for any romance movie or TV series about love at work. But steamy make-out sessions in the stairwell at work? Only Cindy would let her mind go there.

“Who would ever think of the stairwell like that? There’s bound to be someone walking up and down those stairs,” I countered.

“Same here,” chimed in Andy. “I thought you were going to list an obscure bathroom on some random floor or?—”

“There is a bathroom! It’s a luxurious, private one on the ninth floor. All the way in the back, past those old conference rooms that—” interrupted Cindy with bright, excited eyes.

“No thank you!” I had to interject before she could finish.

My interruption caused Cindy to laugh so hard she had to wipe her tears away. “It was just a suggestion! Like on a day when both of you are stressed out from work and want to release it.”

“No, we’re at work!” said both Andy and I in unison.

Cindy shook her head, as if disappointed. “You two are no fun.”

“How do you even know about that bathroom?” I asked.

Cindy’s eyes glinted playfully, and something in the back of my mind clicked. Her husband often came by to pick her up from work on Fridays.

Before she could answer, I quickly interjected. “You know what? Never mind! I don’t need to know.”

Cindy chuckled and shook her head. “Suit yourself, Julie. But don't say I didn't give you both brilliant suggestions.”

Andy smiled with a certain glint in his eyes, but shook his head. “We’ll personally thank you with lunch if we ever take up either of those options.”

“Andy,” I hissed.

“I’m joking!” he laughed as Cindy and I arrived at our floor.

We both bid him goodbye, and he squeezed my hand one last time before letting go. Once the elevator doors closed behind us, Cindy leaned into me just as we were about to walk into the office.

“Girl, he’s definitely not joking,” she said in a low whisper. My walking came to a halt as my eyes widened at her. She pulled away from me with a mischievous smile. “Looks like you two will have to buy me lunch after all.”

As the day wore on, Cindy’s comment made me increasingly restless. I was busy all day, but my mind kept lingering back to Andy, his beautiful eyes, and soft lips. I found myself swallowing thickly when I stared off into space. My thoughts ran wild, thinking of his hot breath fanning goosebumps all over the curve of my neck when I should be focusing on work instead.

There were even times I needed to grab a stack of paper to fan myself when my thoughts, mind, and body burned too hot from my raunchy imagination. My wild mind kept running back and forth over all the things Andy and I could do in that private ninth floor VIP bathroom tucked far into the back.

A tingle shivered down my spine at the thought of it being far away from the rest of everyone in this building, leaving us to our own privacy with my skirt hiked up to my waist and bent over for Andy?—

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