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one right after the other. Brad's comments
about her weight, about the way she dressed. Suspecting that he'd been with
other women. His constant run-downs about her work. How she wasn't good enough,
pretty enough, smart enough... Jennifer felt the tears burn against her
eyelids, and then, suddenly, Rachel was there, her arms wrapping around
Jennifer and pulling her from the past.
“Shh, hey, it's okay.” Rachel smoothed down Jennifer's rain-tangled
hair. “I just want you to be happy.” She pressed her lips against the top of
Jennifer's head. “Okay? I don't want you to get hurt.”
“I think that's going to be a risk no matter what I choose,” Jennifer
muttered.
“True,” Rachel agreed. “Any time you open up your heart, you risk
getting hurt. But I will say this. If any guy hurts you on purpose or not, I'll
cut off his balls and serve them for dinner.”
Jennifer laughed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. Leave it
to Rachel to come up with a way to bring humor into the situation. At least,
she hoped Rachel was joking. There were some things Jennifer wouldn't put past
her feisty roommate. “Thanks, Rachel.”
“That's what I'm here for, sweetie.” Rachel stood. “Just know that
whatever you decide, I'll support you. And if you need to talk or yell or just
have a shoulder to cry on, I'm always here.” She smiled down at Jennifer.
“Don't ever not call me because I'm doing some sort of family emergency thing.
You're family too.”
Jennifer felt tears of a different kind fill her eyes and Rachel
hurried away before things got weepy. Having been raised in a family of rough
and tough boys, 'chick-flick' moments weren't really her thing. She was great
at advice and listening, but when it came to sharing something heart-felt, with
Rachel, things were straightforward and then over.
Jennifer picked up her mug and drained the last of the now-lukewarm
chocolate. She felt better but still a little cold. A nice long soak in the tub
might be just what she needed to clear her head. Once she could think more
clearly, maybe the answer would present itself.
Chapter 9
When she climbed into bed nearly forty minutes later, she was warmer,
but no closer to an answer than she had been when she'd first gotten into the
tub. Part of the problem was that Brad's proposal was only half of her
complicated love equation.
The other half involved her equally as confusing feelings regarding
Philip Haas, her physically attractive and emotionally distant boss. Over the
short time she'd known Philip, they'd engaged in hot, intense sex several
times, and she'd been kicked out of the room on more than one occasion.
All of it had come to a head earlier that day when she'd finally told
him that she wasn't going to take his rude treatment any longer and she'd walked
away from the job she'd always wanted. She was still trying to figure out how
to tell Rachel that she'd quit her job without giving away the details as to
why. While Jennifer knew that her roommate wouldn't judge, she couldn't bear
the thought of how disappointed Rachel would be with her for sleeping with her
boss.
***
Jennifer had just slipped under the cool cotton sheets when her phone
rang. She had a brief moment of déjà vú as she saw Philip's name, but she
seriously doubted that phone sex was on his mind after the way she'd left
things. Then again, she never did know what to expect when it came to the way
his mind worked. She, however, wasn't going to play this time. No matter what
he said, sex was off the table. But, despite her resolve, she couldn't quite
blow him off completely.
“Philip.” She was proud of herself for keeping her voice coolly polite,
though she wondered how long she could keep it up.
She was shocked to hear that Philip's tone wasn't so even. “Jennifer.”
“Is there something you needed?” Her voice sounded much composed than
she felt. There was still something about
about her weight, about the way she dressed. Suspecting that he'd been with
other women. His constant run-downs about her work. How she wasn't good enough,
pretty enough, smart enough... Jennifer felt the tears burn against her
eyelids, and then, suddenly, Rachel was there, her arms wrapping around
Jennifer and pulling her from the past.
“Shh, hey, it's okay.” Rachel smoothed down Jennifer's rain-tangled
hair. “I just want you to be happy.” She pressed her lips against the top of
Jennifer's head. “Okay? I don't want you to get hurt.”
“I think that's going to be a risk no matter what I choose,” Jennifer
muttered.
“True,” Rachel agreed. “Any time you open up your heart, you risk
getting hurt. But I will say this. If any guy hurts you on purpose or not, I'll
cut off his balls and serve them for dinner.”
Jennifer laughed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. Leave it
to Rachel to come up with a way to bring humor into the situation. At least,
she hoped Rachel was joking. There were some things Jennifer wouldn't put past
her feisty roommate. “Thanks, Rachel.”
“That's what I'm here for, sweetie.” Rachel stood. “Just know that
whatever you decide, I'll support you. And if you need to talk or yell or just
have a shoulder to cry on, I'm always here.” She smiled down at Jennifer.
“Don't ever not call me because I'm doing some sort of family emergency thing.
You're family too.”
Jennifer felt tears of a different kind fill her eyes and Rachel
hurried away before things got weepy. Having been raised in a family of rough
and tough boys, 'chick-flick' moments weren't really her thing. She was great
at advice and listening, but when it came to sharing something heart-felt, with
Rachel, things were straightforward and then over.
Jennifer picked up her mug and drained the last of the now-lukewarm
chocolate. She felt better but still a little cold. A nice long soak in the tub
might be just what she needed to clear her head. Once she could think more
clearly, maybe the answer would present itself.
Chapter 9
When she climbed into bed nearly forty minutes later, she was warmer,
but no closer to an answer than she had been when she'd first gotten into the
tub. Part of the problem was that Brad's proposal was only half of her
complicated love equation.
The other half involved her equally as confusing feelings regarding
Philip Haas, her physically attractive and emotionally distant boss. Over the
short time she'd known Philip, they'd engaged in hot, intense sex several
times, and she'd been kicked out of the room on more than one occasion.
All of it had come to a head earlier that day when she'd finally told
him that she wasn't going to take his rude treatment any longer and she'd walked
away from the job she'd always wanted. She was still trying to figure out how
to tell Rachel that she'd quit her job without giving away the details as to
why. While Jennifer knew that her roommate wouldn't judge, she couldn't bear
the thought of how disappointed Rachel would be with her for sleeping with her
boss.
***
Jennifer had just slipped under the cool cotton sheets when her phone
rang. She had a brief moment of déjà vú as she saw Philip's name, but she
seriously doubted that phone sex was on his mind after the way she'd left
things. Then again, she never did know what to expect when it came to the way
his mind worked. She, however, wasn't going to play this time. No matter what
he said, sex was off the table. But, despite her resolve, she couldn't quite
blow him off completely.
“Philip.” She was proud of herself for keeping her voice coolly polite,
though she wondered how long she could keep it up.
She was shocked to hear that Philip's tone wasn't so even. “Jennifer.”
“Is there something you needed?” Her voice sounded much composed than
she felt. There was still something about
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