Page 78 of Intoxicated
“Wasn’t gonna, but what does she think you do?”
“I have a ‘consulting’ firm in Seattle.”
“Consultingwhat?”
“She doesn’t ask, so I don’t make up shit to tell her.”
My elbows dig into the back of the couch. Fingertips touch my chin as I entertain contemplative thoughts. “You think she was telling the truth about your grandfather’s dick?”
“Don’t you think you should be going to bed?”
Messing with him has never been so much fun! Now, if you could guarantee that we’d be feeling like this for the rest of our lives? I might believe that I have finally found my true match.
Too bad we both know exactly where this is going after this. I really am better off going to bed and pretending none of this has happened. Otherwise, I risk liking Irene a little too much and missing her when I inevitably leave Drew’s life. And I might end up liking Drew a little too much, too.
