Page 749 of One More Kiss

He’s been a heartbreaker since middle school. Girls used to throw themselves at him before he came out. When he did, I think everyone mourned the loss of straight Ross for a few days before deciding he was an awesome friend no matter what.

Plucking my glass of wine off the table, I snuggle into the couch. Sipping the sweet red wine, I take a couple of drinks before I start my story. Ross’s expressions change so rapidly, it’s like watching someone ride a roller coaster.

“Wait, you got laid two nights ago, in an elevator and I’m only hearing about it now!?” He leans forward and points his index finger at me. Eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed in a fine line. If I didn’t know better, he looks pissed.

“I know. I’m sorry I was so busy with work and the project I was telling you about. Which leads me to the actual problem.” I cringe.

Ross pauses with his lips against the glass. “Oh my God, mystery man is on the project with you?”

“Worse. Mystery man is leading the project. Mystery man is Nicholas Brooks, as in Brooks Enterprise.”

“Baby Jesus flying fuck fest, you screwed your boss,” he cuts me off, places his glass down on the small living room table, and throws up his hands dramatically.

“Yes,” I groan before taking a huge sip of wine. “Ross, what am I going to do? I’ve worked so hard for this. What if someone finds out? What if he wants me off the team or worse, he fires me? You know I help my parents out, they need the extra money. If he lets me go, then I…”

“Whoa, babe, slow down. Let’s talk about the most important part first.” He grins. “How big was his dick?”

“Ross!” I slap his arm playfully. “This is serious,” I whine, even though I’m glad he is trying to make me laugh. Maybe that’s really what I need, a good laugh, a bubble bath and to forget that anything ever happened.

“And?” he probes, clearly not going to move on till he gets an answer.

“It was very much above average.” I grin back at him.

“Ugh, rich, good looking, and a big dick. Life is really not fair. Does he at least have a gay brother?”

“He has a brother, but I don’t think he’s gay. Sorry.”

“Well, poo,” he pouts.

“What am I going to do, Ross? Today went horribly. I don’t even want to go to work tomorrow because I’m afraid of making a fool of myself. I was stumbling all over my words, and had everyone in the boardroom except him and myself laughing.”

Ross straightens his shoulders and sits up a little. “You were caught off guard. Tomorrow, you will be prepared. You will walk your firm little ass in there, with your head held high, and show them what you’ve got. I mean, you already banged the boss, so what more do you have to prove?”

“Ugh, Ross.” I shake my head.

“Kidding, you’re awesome, babe, and they’ll realize that soon enough.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, beau. Now, enough with the self-doubt. Fill these glasses back up.”

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