Page 31 of About Last Night

“More like sixty hours, but yeah.”

Greta puts her head in her hands.

“I had no idea who she was, and she didn’t know who I was,” I say.

My sister sighs and shakes her head. “You live in a whole other world than I do.”

“Yes, I get laid regularly and you don’t.”

“I don’t want to just get laid, Antonia.”

“No need to pull out the full name, Gertrude.”

“Not my name,” Greta singsongs. She flips open her iPad and taps on the keyboard. “Is this going to be a problem? Working with her? You didn’t ghost her, did you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Were you planning on seeing each other again?”

“Not exactly. But not because anything bad happened. The opposite, if you want to know the truth.”

“I actually don’t want to know about your sex life. It’s bad enough I’m going to have a visual of you two every time I see you together.”

“Look at you, straight girl, having lesbian fantasies. Though keep me out of them, please. That’s a little creepy, Gertie.”

“Oh my God. I’ve changed my mind. You’re better suited to be in the field, not the office. Feel free to move your trip to New Zealand up to tomorrow. Or tonight would be even better.”

“Ha. Wild horses couldn’t drag me out of here now.”

Greta narrows her eyes. “Seriously, Toni. Your relationship with Audrey Adams needs to be just business while they’re working with us. Once the project is done, you can have as many spectacular nights with her as you want.” She puts on her reading glasses, which is her non-verbal way of dismissing people.

“For the record, Audrey and I have already talked about it.”

Greta looks up in surprise.

“Boundaries have been agreed to. Professionalism promised, on both sides,” I continue.

“I’m not worried about Audrey. Do not let your libido interfere with her job.”

“I thought I was her job.”

“Only for a week. Now go, get to work. I want to be wowed next Monday.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

AUDREY

“It’s Toni, isn’t it? Your one-night stand,” Willa stage-whispers as we walk out of the conference room.

There is no point in denying it to Willa, of all people, but I don’t have to confirm it, either.

“And what’s this I hear about you singing karaoke that night?” Willa says.

“You told me to make sure Shae stayed away.”

“You said you were just going to watch that she didn’t leave the bar, not go in and tell her to fuck off from the stage. I am so proud of you. Oh my gosh. I wish I’d been there to see the look on that douche canoe’s face.”

I grinned. “It was pretty epic.”

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