Page 92 of #Bossholes

Her wistful sigh tells me she’s not thinking about the book.

Lucky bitch.

Although, I guess I’m not one to talk. I’m kind of dating three guys. Or, at least, I think I am. Who knows after the office shit show that had barely started when Brantley cut a grown man’s tie in half because I complimented it.

Wasn’t sure if I should be turned on or horrified.

I’m still not.

“I don’t know what it is about sex at work, but it’s so hot.”

As soon as the words come out of Holly’s mouth we all adopt similar expressions—horrified. And then Daisy and I look down at the couch we’re both sitting on, make eye contact with each other, and immediately hop up.

They can say what they want about me, but I’m not inviting people over for book club and inviting them to sit on a sperm couch.

“What the fuck, Holly?” Daisy wipes off the back of her jeans, her gaze narrowing. “I’m sitting here. You’ve got to warn a girl.”

Holly waves her off with a laugh. “Please, the couch is safe. Might want to be cautious of the checkout counter, though.”

“When was this? And more importantly, who is it? Now who’s holding out on us.” I cross my arms, sit on the couch, and give her some serious side eye.

“It was before I met you.” Now it’s her time to sigh. “He was hot, though. Owned the hardware store around the corner. Let me tell you, he could really wield a hammer. He sure knew how to nail, if you know what I mean.”

“The carpet knows what you mean.” I deadpan with a roll of my eyes. “You’re about as subtle as the Kool-Aid man.”

June shrugs, humming to herself. “You should date a football player. They do their best work in the crease. They really know how to get in those tight spaces.”

Daisy glances over at her and says in a sing-song voice, “Someone’s been listening to the announcers again.”

“I can’t help it; they’re so funny. And unintentionally dirty.” She’s quiet for a second and then sits up straight, pointing toward Holly. “You should write a smutty romance with a football announcer. It would be hilarious. The heroine could hate sports. Oh, no. She could be the owner’s daughter who is jaded for some unknown reason. Maybe she dated a player. Maybe her friend did and it ended badly. See, this book is practically writing itself. Feel free to send me a royalty check.”

Holly huffs a laugh. “Too bad I don’t write sports romance. My readers would be so confused.”

“Vampire and werewolf dick isn’t much different from football dick.”

“Except supernatural creatures can fuck at lightening speed. And always have huge dicks.”

June eyes her, smirk on her face. “I don’t see a difference. Obviously, you’ve never had the pleasure of being with an athlete.”

She’s probably not wrong. All these athletes in books have stamina for days, and there’s no way all the romance authors can be wrong.

We spend the next few minutes debating the finer points of various book boyfriends before finally veering back to the why choose book. I manage to get through the rest of the meeting without too many extra questions pertaining to my sex life. Thank the Lord. I’m about to run to the front of the store to snagColin who has recently returned with Ryan and Oliver when June and Daisy pull me to the side.

“What’s going on with you?” June waves to my face, which is currently frowning. “You seem off tonight.”

“I don’t know.” I glance down at the ground, but when I look up, they’re still staring at me expectantly. It’s pretty clear they’re not going to let me leave without an answer. “There’s a lot going on at work. This week has been one giant fuckup after another. Anything that could go wrong has. I’m surprised they haven’t fired me yet.”

“Please, who could fire you?” Daisy flicks the ends of her blonde ponytail over her shoulder. “You’re delightful.”

“Why thank you. I am a delight.”

June chews on her bottom lip and tugs at the collar of her sweatshirt. “Have you guys talked about it yet?”

“Umm. No.” Especially not after Brantley cut Zach’s tie in half and then proceeded to ream my ass for the next thirty minutes. “I ran out of the office today, binged the heck out of this book, and came straight here. Tomorrow I’m taking Colin to his pre-surgery appointments, so I’m not sure when I’ll see them next. Maybe I can avoid them until Monday morning.”

“Oh, yeah? You really think they’re going to leave you alone all weekend?” Daisy’s brows shoot to her hairline. The look she’s giving me is one hundred percent skeptical.

“No,” I groan. “There’s no way. They’re probably already outside my apartment waiting for me to come home.”

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