Chapter 16
Sandy raced into Allie’s office Monday morning as she was setting her things down. “You’re alive.”
“Of course, I am. Why would you think otherwise?” Sandy knew Carson better than she did. Did she think Carson murdered her or something?
“I sent you off into the world looking like a sex goddess ready to get the sex of your life, and you never called or texted me.”
Allie sat down at her desk, glancing up at her best friend briefly before looking back down at her stack of paperwork.
“I got home late.” Really late. She had drifted off to sleep and woken up a little past midnight. Cursing, she’d shimmied into her dress and did the proverbial walk of shame back to her house, though she didn’t feel an ounce of shame in what they’d done.
“Well, that’s good. Late means you did more than eat.” Her face turned thoughtful. “Tell me, you didn’t clean his house and pass out on his couch when you suggested a movie.”
The sad part was that that had happened before. “I did try to clean some dishes, but Carson pulled me away from the sink.”
“Woman,” Sandy groaned, staring at the ceiling as if divine intervention were coming. “When will you learn, people don’t appreciate you cleaning their house.”
“It was a few dirty dishes, and I didn’t want food to stick to the pans. It’s a pain to scrub off.”
Sandy held her hand up for Allie to stop. “Moving on. And then?” She rotated her finger clockwise prompting her to continue. “You can’t leave me hanging like that,” Sandy accused.
Allie rolled her eyes. “That’s all I’m going to share for now.
” This was their place of work. Such conversations were not appropriate.
Allie took a fortifying breath before looking up at Sandy and giving her best boardroom meeting look.
“We are at work and have a meeting in thirty minutes you need to pitch to. That’s what I need you to focus on. ”
Sandy turned, and Allie thought she was leaving, but she only shut Allie’s door before coming back to her desk, placing her hands on the wood, and staring at her. “We have the sale in the bag. I’m not worried about that. I’m your best friend; you’re supposed to tell me what happened.”
“And right now, I am your boss, and your boss says to get out of my office and go prepare for the meeting. Besides, do you really want sex details about your two friends?”
Sandy’s face lit up like the Fourth of July.
“So you did get some. Ah!” Sandy clapped her hands excitedly.
“Hallelujah. Well, don’t just sit there in silence.
Tell me everything. Well, not about his you know.
” She waved off the word. “He’s like a brother to me, and I don’t want to know about size. But how was it? Was he caring? Gentle?”
“Sandy,” Allie groaned. “Stop, please. We’re at work.”
Sandy pursed her lips like she’d tasted something sour. “Sex is supposed to make you happy not cranky.”
It had made her happy, but that was her personal life and shouldn’t interfere with her work. “We can discuss it on our lunch break, okay? Satisfied? Far away from this office and prying ears.”
Sandy looked like she wanted to argue. Her cut-throat attitude was great for the boardroom and getting them accounts.
When it came to her personal life, it sucked.
“Fine, lunch and not a minute after,” she said in all seriousness, pointing her finger at her before smiling.
“I am happy for you. You do look happy.”
“I am happy,” Allie assured her, and she was.
“Then that’s all that matters.” Someone knocked on Allie’s door. It was meeting time.
“To be continued.”