Page 51 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Okay, I guess I can come over to your place. In like 30 minutes? Does that work?"

"No," I say quickly, frowning slightly. "I have someone here."

"You have someone there?" He sounds surprised. "What do you mean, like your parents or something? Your grandparents?"

"No, not my parents, not my grandparents. A lady."

"What the ..." He sounds shocked and his voice is loud. "You have a lady in your apartment?"

"Yes. What's the big deal?"

"You never have ladies in your apartment. Is there a full moon tonight?"

"What are you talking about? I'm always with women."

"Number one, you're not always with women, and number two, you never take them back to your place."

"That's not true. I've had women at my place."

"I'm not talking about housekeepers or cleaning women or chefs, I'm talking about women you're fucking." He chortles. “And I assume the woman you’re sharing Chinese food with is someone you’re fucking.”

I press my lips together. Technically he was right, but I don’t want to think about that. It doesn’t mean anything. Sure, maybe the women I've hooked up with in the past have not been in my home, but they've certainly been to hotel rooms with me, very nice hotel rooms.

I try not to compare the fact that Sarah is here in my private space. About to have a shower in my bathroom. I do not want to think about what that means. "Look, it wasn't actually meant to be a hookup." I say quickly trying to reason it out to myself. "She came over here to do some work and it just kind of happened."

"Who came over there to do some work?" He sounds confused and I don’t respond. "Oh shit, Ethan. It’s not Edith, is it?" he shouts and I try not to laugh.

"What the fuck, Jackson?" I respond cringing inside that he thinks for even one second that Edith might even be here. "Are you out of your mind? Do you really think I would sleep with Edith?" There is silence on the other end and I’m about to curse him out when he finally responds.

"No, I guess not." There’s a hint of amusement in his tone and I know he’s been yanking my chain. "So then who? Wait. No, it can't be who I think it is. Sly dog you."

"What are you talking about, Jackson?"

"Did you fuck that hot girl from copywriting?"

I press my lips together. "I didn't fuck anyone." Technically I did, but it doesn’t feel right describing what I did with Sarah as fucking.

"Did you bang nerdy Sarah from copywriting?"

"Her name is not nerdy Sarah and we may or may not have had a romantic entanglement."

"Whoa you totally banged the shit out of her.” He laughs as I frown and try not to think about the sound of her wet pussy as I slammed into her deep and hard. “I guess the no fraternization policy at Rosser International is not important, anymore, huh?"

"Really, Jackson?"

"What? You're the one that told me I couldn't bang Angie in accounting. You're the one that told me that I couldn't bang Alice in the marketing department. You're the one that told me I couldn't have a threesome with Jenny and Louisa from the-"

I cut him off. "Really, Jackson?"

"What? I'm just saying, why is it one rule for you and one rule for the rest of us? I mean, I know that you're the CEO, but dude, I thought that we didn't sleep together because that was the plan. We ended up messing around because-"

"Wait a second," he cuts me off. "You ordered Chinese food?"

"Yeah, I just told you that."

"For you and Sarah from copywriting?"

"You could just call her Sarah or Ms. Kahan."

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