Page 18 of Falling for my Best Friend

“Hey.”

“Been back long?”

“No, just got in. Aiden dropped me off.”

“Sorry I missed him. Is he still with that stick insect?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Ugh.”

“How was work?” I asked.

“Same old.” She dropped her purse on the chair next to mine. “Why did you leave so early?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t have any more clients coming in, and I figured if I stuck around Chuck would piss me off.”

“No shit. I actually lost count of how many times his hand grazed my ass today.”

I shook my head. “That’s fucked up.”

“We have to get out of there.”

“I know,” I said. “But I just checked my savings yesterday, and it’ll be at least a year before I have enough for us to open our own place.”

“We could go work somewhere else in the meantime though.”

I nodded. “Believe me, I’ve thought about it. But the hassle of asking our clients to move- I don’t know- I guess I only want to do it once. Plus, we’d have to take a pay cut if we left, and then it would take even longer to get our own place.”

“He’s disgusting though.” She shuddered, a visible chill running up her body. “I think he’s actually getting worse.”

“What do you want to do? Cut his dick off and style hair in jail?”

She went to the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke. “Well, I wasn’t going to jump right to that.”

“Maybe I’m closer to snapping than you are.”

“Any matches today?” she asked, curling up on the cozy recliner we scored by the side of the road.

“Three.” I pulled out my phone. “This guy already messaged me.”

She took my phone and looked at his picture. “He looks yummy.”

“So did Cory.”

“Yeah, but as soon as you told me his name was Cory, I pictured the guy from Boy Meets World and totally lost interest.”

I laughed. “C’mon, he was cuter than that.”

“Same hair though.”

“Whatever.” I put my feet up on the coffee table. “I wish I had what Cory and Topanga had.”

“Too bad you never will.”

I cocked my head. “Why not?”

“Cause you never go on more than two dates with any of the guys you meet.”

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