Page 27 of Sizzle
I cannot believe I did that.
Even as the thought appears, the rational voice in my head starts in with It doesn’t matter now, don’t think about it. We’ll just go to work tomorrow like usual and pretend nothing happened.
Because really, what else am I going to do? Alex didn’t ask for my number and I don’t have his. Maybe I’ll never see him again. And as for Elliot, he didn’t say a damn thing that night except—
Except for the things he did say. But nothing else, and nothing since.
Two of them. Two of them watching me get myself off as I dry humped Alex like a freaking horny teenager.
I drop my head in my hands and groan.
It was hot. It was so damned hot. It’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me, big, strong Alex lifting me into his lap like I weighed nothing at all, rubbing me all over what promised to be a sizable erection.
One I will likely never see thanks to a timely call from my dad, wondering why I was out so late after work.
And Elliot, watching us the whole time. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him but he was there. I could feel him watching me, watching us.
If he wants me, why doesn’t he just say so? But if he doesn’t, surely he wouldn’t have stayed the other night. And the two of them together…
Just… just… what the hell?
It doesn’t matter. It can’t matter. All that matters is keeping my head down and getting my time in the kitchen. Otherwise, this has all been for nothing and Dad and I will be back to square one. It was foolish to put that at risk. Stupid, really stupid. Tomorrow I’ll apologize to Elliot before our meeting and we can just pretend it never happened.
The absurdity strikes me then and I snort, even as I smack my own damn forehead. What exactly am I apologizing for again? Getting off on his best friend while Elliot watched?
No, better just to pretend it never happened. And hope to God this doesn’t mean I’ve risked my job.
The doorbell rings, yanking me off the train of thought that’s been driving me nuts for the last two days.
“Joelle! There’s someone at the door!”
“Coming, Dad.” It’s not like he doesn’t know I heard the doorbell or that he couldn’t get the door himself. I tamp down on the bubble of frustration before it grows. No time for that today. “It’s my friend from work, remember? She’s coming to spend a couple of hours with you today.”
Dad sniffs as I cross to the front door.
“I told you I don’t need some woman sitting here yapping at me all day,” he says, eyeing the door with disdain.
“Just let me introduce you,” I say, trying to smile. “She’s great, I promise.”
I open the door, pulling it wide when I see Connie standing on the step.
“Morning, girlie,” she says. “Haven’t seen you in a couple of days.”
“Been busy,” I tell her, waving her in so I don’t have to elaborate. “Did you find the place okay?”
“Easy as pie,” she says, letting me take her jacket and purse. “You must be Mr. Munroe. Joelle’s told me so much about you.”
“I can’t say the same, Mrs.—?”
“Dad! There’s no need to be rude to Mrs. Price.”
“Call me Connie,” she says, waving him off. Connie takes a seat on the sofa next to Dad’s chair and crosses her legs.
“You always just help yourself in other people’s homes?”
“Dad.”
“I was invited, wasn’t I?” says Connie. “And it’s a very lovely home, I’ll give you that. It does you credit.” She’s looking at me when she says this last part.