Preston: Has Emory given you clearance yet?
Dexter: I’m not pissing off, Emory.
Ashton: I’m with Dex.
Dexter: MSL Ash? Yes! We’ve got this.
Ashton: Not Make Sloane Loki’s, Dex. Seriously, Prince Charming, you need to chill. I’m talking about pissing off Emory. She’s been through enough. I will not be the one to fuck this up.
Ashton: Seth and I are working around the clock. Trust us.
Trevor: Sorry, Loki. I’m with them. Just try to rest and don’t let Sloane ask you ANY questions.
Dexter: NO QUESTIONS.
Ashton: No innuendo either. That leads to questions.
Preston: You guys are such pussies.
Loki: wtf?
Dexter: She writes romance novels that make women lose their shit.
Trevor: My dick is going to fall off if Julia reads one more of her books.
Loki: …
Preston: Pussies.
Loki: Fuck you all. I’ll text Seth.
(Ashton added Seth at 7:33 p.m.)
Ashton: Hey, Seth. Tell Loki to chill out.
Dexter: And warn him about Sloane.
Seth: Jesus.
Loki: Seth, get your ass over here with my computer and all your files.
Seth: Sorry, man. You promised Emory, and no one goes against Ems. Plus, you’ve got the inquisitor standing guard. No one is getting past her.
Dexter: WARN HIM.
Trevor: Tell him not to answer any sexual questions.
Seth: You guys are fucked up. Sloane’s a great girl. She’s a romance writer who asks a lot of questions. I’ll leave it at that. Dexter and Trevor, go find your balls. Preston, I heard she is working on your story next. (Laughing emoji)
Preston: Fuck.
Loki: Screw you all.
Ashton: That’s what she said.
Closing my eyes, I take a few cleansing breaths and smile.Why the hell are my friends scared of sexy little Red?
“Ugh, I’m really notthatbad.”