Catching Avery

Chapter 8

Envy: Because, apparently, wanting to get laid is contagious.

Avery~

It was already Thursday, but I seriously contemplated calling in sick the rest of the week. I mean, how many times could I embarrass myself in front of my bosses? I wondered if there were night classes on learning restraint. At the very least, some online courses, because I clearly needed to work on not reacting so quickly. I also needed to thank God that they hadn't fired me yet.

After Quinn had informed them that Cynthia Giles, the Human Resources manager, was Mr. Spillner's sister-in-law, the guys had practically pushed us out of Julian's office, and we'd been instructed to tell D.C. that we'd been randomly selected to give feedback on one of our newest computing programs. I knew that whatever was going on with our boss was serious, but I had to admit, it had given me issues that Nicholas had been completely professional during our meeting. Well, with the exception of him calling me Imp that one time. Still, here, I had spent all weekend imagining a different ending to last Friday night, and I had spent all Monday morning worried that I was going to get fired, and all along, he'd been unaffected by it all.

I was such a girl.

My desk phone started to ring, bringing me out of my female musings. I looked over, and because caller identification was a gift from the gods, I was able to see that it was Q, so I answered. "What up, homie?"

I could picture her shaking her head. My hood status was really only appreciated by Izzy. "Have you heard anything from Nicholas about D.C.?"

"No. Why would I?" I lowered my voice. "Do you really think they're going to discuss something that confidential with us?"

"I don't know...I mean, I guess not." Her voice was just as quiet as mine. "The suspense is killing me, though."

"So, why not call your boyfriend and ask him?" She was going to kill me, but I was not going to be the only one stuck in this work tornado of bad choices and unethical attraction.

"Chase is not my boyfriend," she hissed.

"Hmmmm...funny how your mind automatically went to Chase," I couldn't help teasing her. Besides, Chase was sex on a stick. I was pro-sleeping with Chase.

"Know that I kept my receipt, and I will return you and buy a replacement best friend if you keep that up," she threatened.

I snorted her threat away. "Isabella would never let you return me. Besides, you can't return something once you've damaged it, and believe me, you have damaged me."

"You haven't seen damaged," Q huffed. "Now, will you get serious? I'm thinking you should ask Nick what's going on."

"What? Why don't you ask him? It's not like you weren't one of the clowns in Friday night's circus, too."

Truth be told, I didn't want to be anywhere near Nicholas Savage. The attraction that I felt for him was unwise and addicting. Especially, since I had a vague idea of what he was packing in those slacks of his. When we'd been up in the VIP at Xavier's, and he had pulled me onto his lap, I had felt it. His it, it. It'd felt like I'd been sitting on a log. Now, sexually, I wasn't as open-minded as Q, nor was I as selective as Isabella; I fell somewhere in between. Since losing my virginity at the age of nineteen, I'd only had five sexual partners, two of which had been long-time boyfriends, Eric being the second of the two. So, while I didn't have a lot of penis experience, something told me that Nicholas' trouser snake was way above average, and I wanted nothing more than to find out for myself.

"Because I have no doubt that if you ask him, not only will he tell you, but he'll also probably divulge everything that has ever transpired with this company," she answered.