Page 36 of Legal Seduction

“She’s so damn lucky,” the other agreed with a lustful sigh of her own. “I would love to work for and under him.”

Bette had no idea who the women were, but if they were so eager to work for Simon, why hadn’t they applied for her job?

“Well, you know he’ll be done with her someday, just like he’s been with all his other women. Maybe she’ll summon some pride and quit then, and her job will open up.”

“I can only hope.”

A toilet flushed. Then another.

Bette could have turned on her heel and hurried out of the room. But despite what they thought, she had too much pride to run from the gossipy women. As the stall doors swung open and they stepped out, she stared at both of them.

One gave a nervous laugh and remarked, “We didn’t realize you’d come in.”

And she wondered about that. Even growing up in a small town in the generally friendly Midwest, she’d known mean girls. While these women hadn’t been girls for a while—they were easily ten years older than her twenty-eight—they could still be mean. And they were obviously gossipy.

She shrugged. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have stopped you if you had.”

The woman’s eyes widened at her boldness. “Well, of course we wouldn’t—”

“What do you expect?” the other interrupted. “You’re screwing your boss.”

“He won’t be my boss much longer.” Just a little over four days. It didn’t matter to her that Simon hadn’t posted her position. She wasn’t staying beyond the two weeks even if he hadn’t replaced her.

One of the women tilted her head and gave Bette a fake sympathetic smile. “Oh, he’s already dumped you.”

Bette laughed. “I gave my notice before we even started...”

What?

They weren’t dating. They had only shared that one meal together. They’d never attended a show or a movie together. No. They weren’t dating.

They were just having sex and lots of it.

But she was fine with that. Dating would make it real. And it wasn’t real. It was just a dream, a very real dream. But that dream needed to end soon or it was bound to become a nightmare.

She was afraid—very afraid—that she wasn’t conning him anymore with her warnings that she was going to fall in love with him.

She was conning herself to think that she wasn’t.