Page 89 of Company Ink

My eyes widen. Fuck the ruler, these boys need a freaking yardstick.

"Okay, well, I'm going to go and find Kitty now," I peep, shifting my eyes between the two lawyers. "See you both on the ferry!" I rush up the stairs of the bus and scan around looking for my redheaded friend.

"Cassie!" Kitty waves her hand in the air. "Over here!"

Oh, thank God! I whimper as I sit down beside her. "Hey, Kit!" I give her cute little outfit a once-over. Light blue high waisted skinny jeans, white Converse, a darling short sleeve white blouse. "We're almost matching!" I opted for a heather grey t-shirt instead. Basic bitches unite.

"Great minds," she winks, passing me a pink Starbucks drink. "I got us a little something-something for the ferry ride."

"A Refresher?" I ask, taking a sip, my throat immediately burning. "Oh my God! Is this vodka?"

"It's five o'clock somewhere!" Kitty wiggles her eyebrows. "So, I saw you talking to Mr. P and Mr. Cav down there. Looked kinda awkward... Wanna talk about it?"

My cheeks flush. Who is this girl? "Nothing to talk about Kit. We're just colleagues," I say, taking a giant sip of the pink drink. Lord knows I need it.

"Come on! I know there's something going on!" Kitty whines. "Confide in me! I won't tell anyone!Please!"

Gosh, she's pushy. "Why do you care so much?" I ask her as the bus begins to move.

Kitty frowns. "It's just…I don't have a lot of girlfriends and I thought that maybe you and I were—" She sighs, her eyes flickering to the floor. "Never mind."

I close my eyes and groan internally. I know I shouldn't discuss this with a coworker. I could get fired. Hell, Adrian and Blake could get in trouble, but…Kitty just looks so sad. And Iamdying to talk to someone about everything. Kai and Axel have both been abroad for the last month, Monique is always MIA, and I…I need an ear.

"Kitty, I swear to God, if you say anything to anyone, I will break into your house while you are sleeping and give you a haircut that will haunt your dreams forever, understood?"

Kitty nods her head feverishly, her eyes bright with excitement. "Yes! I understand, my lips are sealed! Think of me as your own personal Fort Knox!"

"Okay, fine."

And with that, I spill more tea than they did in 1773.

Balancing precariously on the railing at the front of the ferry, I fling my arms to the sides, the wind blowing in my hair, Blake Island right in front of me. "Look Kitty, I'm flying!"

Kitty giggles behind me and starts singing off-key. "Every night in my dreams! I see you! I feel you!"

I throw my head back and laugh, almost losing my footing. "That is how I know you!"

Kitty runs up beside me and we harmonize. "Go on!"

"Cassandra! Christ! What're you doing?"

Kitty and I exchange a look. Uh-oh! Busted! I hop off the railing, my head slightly dizzy.

"Oh, hello there, Mr. Pearson," Kitty says, holding back a laugh. "Care to join us? We're reenacting Titanic." She pauses, smirking. "The part of Jack is up for grabs."

My elbow swings into Kitty's ribs. "Shut up," I whisper through my teeth, even though I'm not actually mad. This entire ferry ride has been so much fucking fun. Kitty had more 'pink drink' stashed in her backpack.

Blake shakes his head, his eyes darting between me and Kitty. "Seeing as Jack dies, I'll graciously decline."

"Maybe Adrian wants the part," Kitty whispers to me. Damn it. This is what happens when you tell people your secrets. "Strike one for Blake," she adds.

During our hushed conversation on the bus, I ended up confessing to Kitty that Blake's been on my mind recently. Somehow, in the last few weeks, he's weaseled himself into my thoughts. Kitty is 'one hundred and thirteen percent' convinced that he's into me, a claim which I can't really verify. With Adrian, I know. He's said it. I've felt it. But with Blake? It's just a grey area of emotion. I wish I knew where his head was at, but I sure as hell am not going to be the one to bring it up.

"Kitty," I warn in a whisper, pinching her forearm. "You need to shut the fuck up right now."

"Ow! Okay, sorry!" Kitty rubs her arm, frowning. "I think I'll go to the bathroom," she says. "We're docking in a minute."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," I agree, shooting her a glare.

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