Page 52 of Savage in the Sheets
“I’m fine—”
“No, you’re not. If you’re thinking about switching jobs because of a woman, you got it bad. And that needs to be straightened out before you make major life-altering decisions.”
In this moment, I truly realize just how lucky I am. Jim has been there for me since the start of my career, and if it weren’t for him and his beliefs, I wouldn’t be the sought-after job candidate that I am.
I owe Jim just as much as I owe Jenna.
“Thanks, I really appreciate your advice. And I think I’ll take you up on it.”
My phone vibrates, and when I look down to see a message from Jenna, my heart skips a beat.
Jenna:Tomorrow, me, you, you, ImPressed, noon.
You, you? It’s then that I notice I’m not the only person included in the text. There’s another number. One I’m not familiar with.
My heart sinks as feelings of dread needle me.Is she planning on introducing me to her boyfriend?
Why wouldn’t she? We were best friends, despite the x-rated turn we took.
Now, all I have to do is figure out a way to win Jenna over.
Jenna
Iorder coffees for three and seat myself at an obscure table, hoping to keep our business private.
I’m not dressed to the nines as Angela always is. It’s not an arena I could compete in. Not with her, anyway. Instead, I’m dressed in a long, flowing dress, my hair casually thrown up in a messy bun. It’s more relaxed than my style pre-Rosie, and it feels good to allow a few strands out of place.
Any normal person would address the two individually, but I’m a lawyer, and I know how to get to the truth. Apart, they might try to lie, but sticking them together will give me a statistically significant increase in the odds of finding out the truth.
The door’s bell jingles and Angela flies into ImPress, rushing to greet me once she locates me at the out-of-the-way table.
“I can’t believe you kept me waiting all week for the deets!” Her arms extend out towards me.
I’m caught off guard by her excitement but keep my mouths shut, rising to meet her hug.
After we break away, she takes a seat across from me and says, “I have two yoga brothers to tell you about, but first, I want to hear all about Stage Three!”
A couple of things strike me about what she just said. The first is that she’s had no conversation with Weston after leaving his apartment on Saturday, which makes no sense if they were hooking up. The second is that she seems genuinely excited to hear the details, and if she was at all in love with him, that would be the last thing she’d want to hear.
“Oh, and was that other person on the text Weston?” She gives me a sly grin. “Might you have something to tell me?”
Here I was thinking I couldn’t be more confused. She should know his number if they’re hooking up. What the fuck is going on here?
“Yeah, it’s Weston,” I say in a deadpan tone.
“While we wait, I’m gonna head to the ladies’ room.”
She’s gone in a flash, leaving me with a scrunched brow and a gaping mouth.
What the hell is up with her?
The bells ring again, and this time Weston enters the cafe, a bouquet of roses in hand.
Why does he have to look so perfect? And how have I gone years without realizing it?
Sexy blue eyes locate me, and he makes his way over to the table with a determination I’m not used to.
What’s happened to the ever-relaxed Weston? It’s like I don’t know him anymore.
