Book 1 - Page 32 (1/2)

When I looked up to meet her gaze, I winced; she looked like she’d just watched a car wreck.

“Okay, let me make sure I’ve got this straight.”

I nodded waiting for her to continue.

“You’re sleeping with your boss.”

I cringed slightly. “Well, technically not—”

She threw her hand up to stop me from finis.h.i.+ng. “Yeah, yeah. I got that. And this is the same boss you oh-so-lovingly refer to as ‘Beautiful b.a.s.t.a.r.d’?”

I sighed heavily and nodded again.

“But you hate him.”

“Correct,” I mumbled, my eyes s.h.i.+fting away from her. “Hate. Very big hate.”

“You don’t want to be with him, but you can’t stay away.”

“G.o.d, it sounds even worse to hear someone else say it,” I groaned as I buried my face in my hands. “I sound ridiculous.”

“But the s.e.xytimes? Are good,” she said with a touch of humor in her voice.

“Good doesn’t even come close to describing it, Julia. Phenomenal, intense, mind-blowing, multiple-o.r.g.a.s.mingly amazing doesn’t come close to describing it.”

“Is ‘o.r.g.a.s.mingly’ even a word?”

I rubbed my face with my hands and sighed again. “Shut up.”

“Well,” she replied thoughtfully, clearing her throat. “I guess a small p.e.n.i.s isn’t his problem, after all . . .”

I let my head fall to my arms on the table. “No. No, it most definitely isn’t.” I looked up slightly at the sound of her m.u.f.fled laughter. “Julia! This is not funny!”

“I beg to differ. Even you have to see how insane this is. I mean, of all the people I’ve ever known, you’re the last person I would have ever imagined ending up in this situation. You’ve always been so serious, with each and every step of your life so planned out. Come on, you’ve only had a few real boyfriends, all of whom you’d been with for what everyone considered a really silly amount of time before you slept with them. This man must be something else.”

“I know there’s nothing wrong with having a purely s.e.xual relations.h.i.+p with someone—I can handle that. And I know that I can at times be overly controlled, but it’s the fact that I feel I have no control over myself when I’m with him. I mean, I don’t even like him, and yet . . . I keep going back.”