Page 7 of Loving Leo

I pause and she tosses a tomato at me. It hits my shirt and rolls to the ground. “Stop throwing things at me. We’re going to get kicked out.”

“I’ll throw a crouton next and you know how crumbly they get.”

“Fine.” I hesitate just a moment and then let it all out. “A janitor has been getting off in my office. For views on some porn site.”

Her fork clatters down and she gapes at me. “Come again?”

I roll my eyes at her, like I’m bored, but really, I’m quite entertained at her reaction. “You heard me the first time.”

“Yes, I did, but my brain needs you to repeat it. Again. I’m short circuiting.”

I refuse to say that again, so I just sit there while she processes it. Her food is untouched as her mind works through the words I uttered. Finally, she leans forward and asks, “Did you see it?”

“Of course I saw it,” I hiss and feel my cheeks heat. “He wasn’t shy about it.”

“Oh my god. Was it hot?”

“No. Not at all,” I say, even though I feel a pressure between my legs.

No, I’m not turned on by this. It’s unsanitary and unethical. Not that he seems to care. My mind moves to his shitty little note. Makes my brows furrow and my chest tighten. How can he be so damn flippant about all of this? How can he make this seem like my fault?

Somehow he’s managed.

Little shit.

“I mean, you’re blushing so it must have been a little hot.” Sheholds up her fingers and I’m a little annoyed by her persistence. Doesn’t she know me better than this?

“Selena, I’m not gay. It wasn’t hot. It was…upsetting.”

She nods, trying to look contrite. “Yeah, okay. Of course. You are superupset. Like you haven’t been caught watching some dudes get off before.”

I roll my eyes and take another bite of my steak. “Jesus Selena, that was one time. And the guy in my office didn’t even care or apologize. Just kept going.”

She snorts and then takes a long sip of her water. “Can I meet him?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

God, I can just see them becoming friends and making my life hell. No, not happening. If she keeps this up then I’m going to need a stronger drink.

“You are forbidden to ever meet him,” I say as I wave a waiter over. I can see her formulating all sorts of ideas in her head. I can’t stop Selena when she gets those. I bet she waits outside in all black until she figures out who this janitor is.

I wouldn’t put it past her.

“Selena.”

“Heath.”

We stare at each other and then I put in an order in for another drink. Fuck my life. This is gonna be a long night.

“So come on. Tell me. What’s he look like?” she asks and I arch an eyebrow at her.

“Nothing much.”

She snorts, loud and unseemly. “I doubt that. He seems to have made an impression.”

“No impression.” My words are sharp and biting, but Selena gives zero fucks. She’s just grinning around her cup of water, her eyes twinkling.

“Sure. Sure. Okay. No problem. I can find outmyself.”

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