"I really hate you sometimes." I picked up my phone and read the text that she had sent Mason: "I think I know the perfect spot. See you soon."
"So where were you thinking?" Kendra asked.
"I wasn't thinking anywhere. You're the one that sent him the message. I'm just going to tell him I..." I couldn't even think of an excuse. I couldn't say I sent it to the wrong person. And I had no idea what I could say I meant to say instead. I was screwed. I gulped, thinking of Mason screwing me.
"How about the mailroom?"
"I'm not going to have sex with him in the office."
"But you are going to have sex with him outside the office?"
"I don't even know yet. He said he wanted to take things slow."
"Well apparently he doesn't really want that." She nodded to my phone.
"Maybe he does. He didn't even respond to you. You probably freaked him out."
"Or he's too busy running over here to respond. Or maybe he's buying condoms. You should unbutton the top few buttons of your blouse."
"No." I put my hand over my chest. "And when he gets here, I'm just going to tell him you sent those messages."
"What is so bad about having sex with a super hot guy in the mailroom?"
"Everything. We could get caught. And I could get fired."
"So...no protests to the actual sex part? I knew it. You totally want him."
"That doesn't mean I can't wait until we're alone. In a bed. I'm not a sex addict." Mason had jokingly called me a sex addict.Shit. Am I one?Kendra was right. I did want him. And I was kind of excited that he was coming here.
"I can't believe you want to have sex with him. I'm so excited for you."
"You're being weird."
"I'm not. Please unbutton the top two..."
"No."
"Bee, you should flaunt what you have." She reached toward my shirt again.
"Stop trying to touch my breasts."
Kendra laughed. "Then move your hand."
