Page 12 of Heartstrings & Hijinks

“What? How… but… what?”

I filled him in as best as I could about what happened last weekend. Sawyer already knew that I had roofied myself, but I hadn’t gone into details about staying at Gregory’s apartment or throwing myself at him.

“He asked you on a date? That’s… crazy. He must like you. But, wait. You said you’re meeting us for karaoke later. Are you goingto bail on me again? Cause I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I want details later. All of them.”

“We are planning to go to karaoke, if all goes well.”

“If all goes well, the two of you will be in bed, not doing karaoke, or at least not publicly. Are you a screamer? I bet he could make you sing.”

I shook my head, not because I wasn’t a screamer—I was quite vocal in bed, or so I had been told—but because his line of questioning was ridiculous.

“You’re really going on a date with Gregory? Your brother’s best friend? The VP of Operations?”

I nodded.

“This is amazing. I want to hear everything.”

“That’s it. That’s all I have to tell you. I might have kind of confessed my little crush on him last weekend, and it sounds like he feels the same way.”

“I’d say so if the guy is going to take you on a date. And what are we all supposed to do if a VP shows up at karaoke tonight? That’s going to be awkward AF.”

“Be normal. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had one of the higher-ups there. My brother comes all the time.”

“That’s different.”

“Your boss has come to them.” Mark was the VP of Risk Management.

“Yeah, but he stopped as soon as I started seeing Jeremiah because the two of them fight like weirdos.”

“Yeah, what is up with that?”

Sawyer shot me a glare. “This is not about me. This is about you and your date.”

I shrugged one shoulder, attempting to be nonchalant about the whole thing. “That’s just what it is: a date.”

“Do you know where he’s taking you?”

“No idea.” That didn’t stop the guessing game I’d played all day wondering where Gregory would take a person on a date. He didn’t seem like a dinner and a movie type, and from what I’d gathered over the years, he wasn’t overly snooty either, so we wouldn’t be doing anything fancy.

“Okay, where do you want him to take you?”

The words “to bed” were at the tip of my tongue, but this was a workplace.

Sawyer grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “Oh, I see. All right, you’re officially allowed to leave early. I know you didn’t take a lunch today, nor did you take one yesterday. So close up that laptop—we’re going home to get you ready.”

“I already have an outfit picked out.” Which felt ridiculous. This was just a date. I didn’t need to have a special outfit for it.

“And you didn’t consult me? I am insulted. Let’s go.”

I knew better than to argue with Sawyer, and honestly, it felt better having someone who at least knew what was going on. I had barely mentioned it to my brother this week. He didn’t want details.

“What did your brother think when you told him?” Sawyer asked once we were back at our apartment. He was going through my closet as if I hadn’t already picked out my best outfit for the evening.

“He’s fine with it. Said he doesn’t want details, but he wishes us the best. I got the vibe that he didn’t want to jinx it by throwing too much support at it. He’s definitely not opposed.”

“Well, yeah. I’m sure everyone thinks that Gregory needs to get laid regularly in order to not be a dick.”

“Hey,” I said. “If this becomes a thing and Gregory and I are really dating, we can’t say not-nice things about him.”

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