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and then gestured for her friend to follow her down to the office. Ash could practically feel Iris bristling with impatience. She smiled.
She took her time sitting behind her desk. Took an even longer moment to leisurely intake a mouthful of coffee.
And then finally, she said, “Richard stood me up.”
Iris hissed. “I thought he was a keeper.”
Ash shrugged at that since it was a moot detail. “When I pointed out to him in a text message how standing me up made him an inconsiderate dick, he called me a bitch. I was drunk at the time so I probably didn't say it that nicely, though.”
Iris frowned. “Why were you drunk?”
“I'm sitting in La Roue's—”
“Ah,” Iris said with a note of understanding. “No matter what time of day, the servers always stare at you if you're alone. You can feel the pity just washing over you.”
“Exactly.” Ash sipped. “From now on, I'm only going with friends.”
“Before I forget, Taylor contacted Victor Yang last night. Victor accepted the job. So, good rec. He should be here sometime today.”
Ash choked on her coffee, dribbling a little bit on the front of her shirt. “What? He actually took the job?”
Iris's brows furrowed. She worked in HR right under their boss. If there was a problem, she'd need to know. And there was a big, stinking problem.
“You didn't want us to hire him?” Iris asked.
Ash just stared at her friend for a moment, shock shutting down all internal thought. “No—that's— shit . I should have texted you Friday night.”
Vic hadn't talked to her since yesterday morning, not even to warn her he'd taken the job. Yeah, he'd told her he would if they called him, but the list of potentials had been long.
Her company was a temp agency for the technologically inclined. Her job was mostly admin. Every week, she filed the resumes of everyone who made it through their extensive vetting process, and even that list was a mile long. Out of all of the potentials, they’d chosen Vic, a man who’d never, not once, contracted for Temp To Tech.
“He's a veteran,” Iris said in her defense. “Of course he'd get to the top of the pile.”
“And that's what I told him. Shit.”
Ash set down her coffee so she wouldn't spill any more of it all over herself. She’d assumed she'd get a few days, maybe even weeks, to mentally sift through what had happened between them during the weekend. Apparently not.
Iris leaned forward as though she could sense that the real gossip session hadn't started yet. “What happened?”
Ash swallowed a laugh at that innocuous question. It might just have come out hysterical. Vic, at her job. Every day for the next month or two. How in the hell were they supposed to keep their hands to themselves? She believed him when he said he'd have to confess to her brother. He would do it, too, if they so much as breathed too hard on each other. That was fine with her if that's what he needed to do to sleep at night.
But Ash hadn't slept all that well. She’d been going over every moment they'd spent together—glutting on the memories, yearning for more. The only thing that had been clear was that she wanted to have her cake and eat it, too.
“Ash?”
She glanced up. Her friend's brows were up high.
Iris asked, “What the hell happened?”
I realized I'm a horrible person. Sex with my brother's best friend was the best sex of my life. I'm a horrible, terrible person, because I want to keep having sex with my brother's best friend even though I know it's going to break my brother's damn heart.
But to get to that, Ash had to spill the full story.
“So Richard stood me up. I got drunk and then I called my brother for a ride, because I'm cheap and didn't want to pay for a cab.”
“Okay,” her friend said slowly.
“Porter was at work. Victor came to the rescue.”
“Yeah. He's a longtime family friend, right? That's why you rec'd him.”
“One of my brother's best friends. Probably his closest friend.” The
She took her time sitting behind her desk. Took an even longer moment to leisurely intake a mouthful of coffee.
And then finally, she said, “Richard stood me up.”
Iris hissed. “I thought he was a keeper.”
Ash shrugged at that since it was a moot detail. “When I pointed out to him in a text message how standing me up made him an inconsiderate dick, he called me a bitch. I was drunk at the time so I probably didn't say it that nicely, though.”
Iris frowned. “Why were you drunk?”
“I'm sitting in La Roue's—”
“Ah,” Iris said with a note of understanding. “No matter what time of day, the servers always stare at you if you're alone. You can feel the pity just washing over you.”
“Exactly.” Ash sipped. “From now on, I'm only going with friends.”
“Before I forget, Taylor contacted Victor Yang last night. Victor accepted the job. So, good rec. He should be here sometime today.”
Ash choked on her coffee, dribbling a little bit on the front of her shirt. “What? He actually took the job?”
Iris's brows furrowed. She worked in HR right under their boss. If there was a problem, she'd need to know. And there was a big, stinking problem.
“You didn't want us to hire him?” Iris asked.
Ash just stared at her friend for a moment, shock shutting down all internal thought. “No—that's— shit . I should have texted you Friday night.”
Vic hadn't talked to her since yesterday morning, not even to warn her he'd taken the job. Yeah, he'd told her he would if they called him, but the list of potentials had been long.
Her company was a temp agency for the technologically inclined. Her job was mostly admin. Every week, she filed the resumes of everyone who made it through their extensive vetting process, and even that list was a mile long. Out of all of the potentials, they’d chosen Vic, a man who’d never, not once, contracted for Temp To Tech.
“He's a veteran,” Iris said in her defense. “Of course he'd get to the top of the pile.”
“And that's what I told him. Shit.”
Ash set down her coffee so she wouldn't spill any more of it all over herself. She’d assumed she'd get a few days, maybe even weeks, to mentally sift through what had happened between them during the weekend. Apparently not.
Iris leaned forward as though she could sense that the real gossip session hadn't started yet. “What happened?”
Ash swallowed a laugh at that innocuous question. It might just have come out hysterical. Vic, at her job. Every day for the next month or two. How in the hell were they supposed to keep their hands to themselves? She believed him when he said he'd have to confess to her brother. He would do it, too, if they so much as breathed too hard on each other. That was fine with her if that's what he needed to do to sleep at night.
But Ash hadn't slept all that well. She’d been going over every moment they'd spent together—glutting on the memories, yearning for more. The only thing that had been clear was that she wanted to have her cake and eat it, too.
“Ash?”
She glanced up. Her friend's brows were up high.
Iris asked, “What the hell happened?”
I realized I'm a horrible person. Sex with my brother's best friend was the best sex of my life. I'm a horrible, terrible person, because I want to keep having sex with my brother's best friend even though I know it's going to break my brother's damn heart.
But to get to that, Ash had to spill the full story.
“So Richard stood me up. I got drunk and then I called my brother for a ride, because I'm cheap and didn't want to pay for a cab.”
“Okay,” her friend said slowly.
“Porter was at work. Victor came to the rescue.”
“Yeah. He's a longtime family friend, right? That's why you rec'd him.”
“One of my brother's best friends. Probably his closest friend.” The
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