‘Mmm hmm,’ Rebecca said knowingly. Laurel glared at her. ‘Right, pictures now please.’
Laurel pulled her phone out and scrolled to the brand new WhatsApp chat she had started last night with Nate Smug Bastard Daley. Rebecca pushed closer so she could live vicariously through Laurel’s embarrassment.
Picture 1: her key in the street-level front door.
Picture 2: halfway up the stairs to her first-floor flat.
Picture 3: her key in the front door to her flat. Nothing but originality there.
Picture 4: a pint of water on the kitchen sideboard.
Picture 5: a slightly blurry mirror selfie of her with her pyjamas on, makeup off, and a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth.
Picture 6: a selfie of her pretending to be asleep and trying not to smile.
Right. Good, Laurel. Urgh.
Picture from Nate: Anwar sat on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet.
‘Really, Laurel? What are you, five?’ Rebecca said, cringing at her.
‘I was a bit drunk, alright? He asked me to let him know when I got home.’ She raised a shoulder despondently. ‘So, I did.’
‘Evidently.’ Rebecca laughed as Laurel scrolled through the pictures again.
How. Frigging. Embarrassing.
‘It’s awful, isn’t it?’ Laurel asked.
Rebecca considered. ‘He didn’t seem to think so. Seems like he thought it was funny?’
‘Hmm, maybe.’
‘It’s a good thing you weren’t wearing that Boux Avenue pyjama set that I got you for Christmas that year.’ Rebecca giggled.
Laurel shuddered.
‘Christ, yes. That does not leave much to the imagination.’
‘Neither did Nate today, running with no t-shirt on.’ Rebecca fanned her face. ‘Oof.’
There was no denying it. Nate Daley was hot.
Extremely. Beautifully. Hot.
That little path of dark hair that she’d glimpsed in the office led all the way up to his belly button and there was a dark dusting across his toned chest. And his legs? Well, Laurel fully enjoyed that view. She wondered what his skin would taste like, all hot and delicious from running.
‘Did you see him being all embarrassed that he wasn’t wearing a top? Bless him,’ Rebecca said, breaking her out of his reverie.
‘What?’
If there was one thing Nate Daley wasn’t, it was embarrassed by anything. He was always flaunting his obnoxious body in her office.
‘Why else do you think he went all red and put it on as soon as he saw us?’ Rebecca gave her the ‘you’re stupid’ look. ‘Perhaps it was because you were literally drooling.’
‘Shut up,’ Laurel said, grinning. ‘He is hot though, isn’t he?’
Rebecca grinned back. ‘Mmm hmm.’
