Page 25 of Ruined Promises

“Spill now,” Hadley demands, “or I’ll keep talking about sexcapades with Josh.” She quirks an eyebrow.

Brynn pouts beside us before mouthing, “Please.”

“We had a moment the other night.”

“Who?” they both ask in unison, and I have serious déjà vu to when I first confessed that Ben was my one-night stand turned new boss.

“Ben.” I sigh before falling back to the ground and covering my eyes with my forearm. The sound of clinking from the plates and glasses being set on the table fill the room before I feel both Hadley and Brynn take seats next to me on the floor.

I pop up, similar to my favorite childhood game, “Don’t Wake Daddy,” and begin spilling my guts.

“I’m just so confused. For one minute, we have no problem being strictly professional. Then the next minute, he’s caging me in at the conference table, leaning over me, his cologne invading my space and sending my senses into overdrive. All I could think about was pushing him past that breaking point so that he took me right then and there. I willed him to kiss me, but it never came. His phone buzzed, breaking the moment. I mean, that must be a sign, right?” I finally exhale, exhausted from getting that all out in one breath. I turn to look at both of them to find their jaws open in shock.

“Well then, I think I would’ve rather heard more about Hadley and the bouncer man,” Brynn jokes, and I drop back to the floor groaning. “I’m just kidding.” She takes her place back beside me, taking my right hand in hers, while Hadley lies beside me on the other side, taking my other hand.

“Maybe all Mr. CEO needs is a little push,” Hadley says, patting our conjoined hands.

I think either Hadley is either still in an orgasmic haze from a night with the bouncer boy or maybe had one too many mimosas while cooking this feast, but I don’t think a push is going to do anything to Ben but make me look more of a fool than I already am.