Page 83 of 12 Months of Mayhem

My cheeks were on fire. “It was…” I didn’t want to say it was nothing. Because it hadn’t been.

“It was freaking amazing, wasn’t it?” she said, practically bouncing. “Unless…” She came around the counter and held up her pinky. “Unless the giant has a teeny weeny.”

“What? No! Of course not!” I blurted.

Diamond clapped like she’d won the lottery. “So you did do the nasty in the office.”

“Why are you so happy about this?” I asked and tried not to laugh.

“Because it is about time you got some, girl! And with that hunk of a man? Woo-wee! You know how to pick ‘em.”

I hadn’t picked him. Tank had picked me. And I’d gone along with it because, really, who wouldn’t?

“Stop,” I sighed.

She wagged her finger at me. “Don’t act like that man didn’t rock your world, and now you’re looking out the window every five minutes hoping he’ll roll up.”

“I’m not,” I lied.

“You are, and I’m the reason he didn’t show up.” She held her hands up innocently. “You want me to go home so he can appear like magic?”

“You’re ridiculous,” I laughed.

“Hey, I’m just trying to support your love life. Do you have his number? Call him. Tell him you’re lonely. I promise I won’t check the cameras this time.”

I shook my head. “No phone number.”

Her face fell. “Wait, what?”

“I don’t even know his real name,” I admitted and rubbed a hand over my face. “He literally just… drifts around, Diamond. Ugh. I’m such an idiot. I had sex with a guy, and I don’t even know his name.”

Diamond waved me off. “You’re not an idiot. I would’ve done the same thing. And honestly, who needs a name? Right?” She leaned in, smirking. “Though what did you call him?”

I winced. “Tank.”

Diamond’s eyes bugged out. “You had sex with a man named Tank?”

“That’s what he said his name was. I’m sure his mother didn’t name him that.”

“Tank is fitting. Probably his road name. Which means, yes, it’s his name. So, you know his name. You’re good.”

“I am not good,” I said. “I had sex with a guy I barely know.”

She shrugged. “Girl, I’m not shaming you.” She raised a fist like it was a battle cry. “One-night stand! Woo!”

I winced. “But what if I don’t want it to be a one-night stand?”

Her face softened. “Then it doesn’t have to be.”

I shook my head. “But I think that’s what he wanted. He told me himself—he never sticks around.”

Diamond tilted her head. “You fell for him.”

“What? No. Of course not,” I stammered. How the heck had she picked up on that so quickly?

“You so did. And girl, that’s okay. You’ve known him for three days. That’s plenty of time in my book.”

“I’m not in love. I just… like him.” Ugh, that sounded lame.

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