Page 82 of Not Safe For Work

“I have to pee,” I say, a bit too loudly. The guys both look at me with narrowed eyes, like I’m a child asking for assistance. “Andie?”

“Yeah, me too. Be right back, boys.”

“Here,” I hand her my phone with the texts pulled up as soon as we enter the bathroom. I’ve been chewing the inside of my cheek constantly, worried about what’s on my phone. Now,I run my tongue along the tender flesh wondering if I’ve caused permanent damage.

I know I’m not cheating. I haven’t actually done anything but respond to the texts. And our relationship title is still one hundred percent fake…I think. But I know I can’t let Gavin see these messages.

Tristan Cross:

Dinner? Tonight? You’ll love it, I promise.

Me:

Sorry, can’t. I’m in Mexico!

Tristan Cross:

How about a pic of your favorite bikini then?

Me:

I only wear one-pieces. Body image issues, you know how it is

Tristan Cross:

I bet I can make you feel very good about your body. If you let me, I’ll make you feel incredible

Me:

It’s a deep insecurity

Tristan Cross:

Stop fighting me on this. You know we’ll be great together

Me:

I agree. We would make excellent business partners. Will you be at the meeting on Wednesday?

Tristan Cross:

I heard you were nothing short of impressive today. Let me show you my appreciation for your hard work

Can I have you for dinner, Olivia?

Me:

I’m not on the menu

Tristan Cross:

Yet

Andie hands me back my phone and glares at me.

“What? No Teletubby noises. I’m maturing.”

“You’re flirting,” she murmurs.

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