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“You do that. Enjoy your weekend and your pool.”

“I will!” she says brightly. “And you enjoy your date with the massage therapist.”

My eyes dart from my desk back up to her.

“How did you know about that?”

“I didn’t,” she says victoriously. “But now I do! Have a great weekend, Mr. Stone. See ya Monday, bright and early.”

I curse under my breath as Rebecca exits through the elevator.

9

Andy

“What are you going to wear?”

“I don’t know,” I groan. “What the hell do you wear on a date with a billionaire, anyway?”

Deepti surveys the spread of clothing on my bed, the reject pile that grows larger with every desperate change of outfit that I do.

Nothing looks right. It’s either too casual or too formal. Too boring, or too flashy and trying too hard. Too revealing, too conservative…the list goes on and on.

I examine my ass in the mirror while wearing a purple dress from two years ago.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve gained at least ten pounds this year,” I groan, smoothing my palm over my hip. “Damn senior year stress. Exams alone probably added at least three pounds. Too much Chinese takeout. Lo Mein and International Finance are a deadly combination.”

“Stop it,” Deepti groans, flopping back on my bed on the pile of discarded clothing. She puts an arm over her eyes. “Don’t talk to me about diets, or exercise plans, or three pounds this and that. Aren’t we getting too old for that shit?”

“Too old for what?”

“Worrying about being fat,” she says, sitting up and looking at me in my full length mirror. “I mean…look at us. Four years of yo-yo dieting, forgotten New Year’s resolutions, low fat yogurt, Diet Cokes, and working out with Thigh Blasters.”

“Wait a second.Inever bought a Thigh Blaster,” I point out. “That was you. And it was the most hilarious thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“I was desperate!” she says, gesturing to her ample thighs. “Look at me!”

“It’s genetics,” I reply. “Your mom is built the same way. And you should be grateful. A lot of women would kill to have your hourglass body.”

“Speak for yourself, then,” she says, standing up and picking a piece of lint off my purple dress. “You’ve got a bangin’ body, Andy. Accept it. Obviously Elijah thinks the same thing if he’s asking you to dinner.”

“He just feels bad for me,” I reply. “He’s making amends because of his creepy employee. Probably hoping I don’t sue him or his company, or something.”

“Please,” Deepti rolls her eyes. “I doubt he’s worried about that. No offense, but you’re obviously broke and he’s one of the richest guys in the world. He could make that whole incident disappear if he wanted to. Buy you out, make you sign a bunch of paperwork swearing you to secrecy or else. Stuff like that.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I guess that’s true.”

“He’s into you,” she insists. “And I’m so jealous! I had to massage that man’s body for weeks and weeks, Iknowwhat he’s working with underneath those custom tailored suits and it is nice.”

“I thought you were into Aiden now,” I say. “What happened with him?”

“Ugh,” Deepti says. “Don’t even talk to me about Aiden. I don’t want to hear you say I told you so.”

“I won’t say that,” I promise. “What happened?”

“Cheated.”

“No! That fucking asshole!” I say.

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