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Sylvie grabs my arm, and purrs, “Hot damn, Rod. When did you get muscles?”
“Hallmark.”
Sylvie giggles and releases me to go to the water cooler. Wilder isn’t so subtle, watching Simone since I’m in her ZIP code. If he only knew how much I’m there.
Sylvie asks, “What’s going on, Simone? You sick?”
“Something like that.” When Sylvie takes a sip, Simone asks, “Have you ever had a threesome?”

Brandon checks his watch and says, “Amos is out of town, Crick is on vacation, and almost everyone is here. Let’s give another minute—”
“I’m here!”
That voice.
I swing my head just as a flurry of platinum hair and blue bounces into the conference room to the beat of her eager footsteps.
Shasta huffs as she crosses her arms and leans toward me to whisper, “Looks like your slutty stalker is here.”

I hear their pity at the table. How Shasta snowed me and laughed about it. How I was too dense to figure it out.
My body shakes as I hold Birdy tighter, knowing I’m losing her all over again.
Val asks, “Greg, do you need a minute?”
“Uh… I… Um…” The judgment they hurdle toward me sears my damn skin, but Simone’s hatred incinerates what’s left of me.

As Simone’s hands move over me, I pant for another reason. With her lips brushing my ear, she inhales against my ear, asking, “Is that a challenge?”
Her hands slip down the front of my shirt until they hit my belt buckle. Simone bumps her hips against my ass, and her tits press against my back. Yeah, I’m done. I’ll have to beat off in a bathroom stall.

Simone looks at me. “There’s no way you’re helping me out of the goodness of your heart. Am I supposed to climb on top of you and ride you whenever you snap your fingers?”
“If getting your money is worth it.”
She laughs. “You’re no alpha. It’s a stretch to call you a beta. And I’ll always have the upper hand. You could never turn down my pussy.”
Bending, I go to her ear. “Oh, yeah? I just did.”

I shrug. “Maybe at first. But she’s collecting dicks like she’s casting a porno.”
Instead of scolding me, she says, “Then make sure yours wins the role.”
I laugh because this can’t be my mother. “What the hell? I had the lead role, but she fired me.”
“Try again. You can’t give up. Even if you’re not together, put yourself back into the running.”
“Can you just encourage me to whore it out with one-night stands?”

Stopping at the second-floor door, I inhale, squeezing my right hand into a fist and gritting my teeth. What the fuck am I doing here so soon? I’m not ready to re-enter the white-collar workforce. I should’ve stayed in Durham. Even though I was a crappy bartender, I was far away from this old life of mine. No matter how much I hated that job, I want my other shitty life back. “Fuck it.” I yank open the door.