Page 64 of Gym Bros
“Of course I did!”
She and Priya sigh simultaneously. “Was the kiss bad?” Rachel asks, bringing us full circle.
“No,” I say again, insistently. Too insistently. “He’s my client.”
“You’re Marcus’s client.”
My mouth drops open in shock at the way she just called me the fuck out. I’ll be honest, I hadn’t put that together, but my hypocrisy is on full display now. Still, “I’m not like that.”
“No. You’re not. You’re notmarried.You’re completely available and turning down a hot guy who’s super into you.”
“He doesn’t know me. And maybe I’m not all that into him.”
“Is thatreallytrue? You’ve paid an awful lot of attention to him today. Going out of your way even. Goat yoga, Calyx?”
“You loved it,” I grumble.
“Yeah—and so did you, bitch. You stepped out of your bubble for a day, and you had fun, and why did we do that exactly? Oh, that’s right—because you wanted to show Saber a good time.”
“Can we not call him Saber? His name is Samuel.”
She and Priya exchange a look. “You should go out with him,” Priya says.
“And do what?”
“Something fun. Let him get to know you if you want. And let him pick what you do on the date for fuck’s sake because I don’t think you’d know fun if it pulled down your pants.”
“Wow,” I say, staring flatly at Rachel who dropped that particular pearl. “He doesn’t seem like a barrel of laughs either, for the record. I already said no.”
“You’ve got his number,” she says. “Text him and tell him you changed your mind.”
Something stirs in me at the thought of that. I can’t tell if it’s dread or excitement. It all feels like anxiety in the end.
Priya nudges my arm.
I snap. “I’m not doing anything tonight. I’m drunk.”
“That’s exactly why you should do it tonight,” she says. “Because right now, you kinda want to, don’t you?”
I consider this. It wouldn’t be the first time I acted purely out of physical attraction, and I’m convinced that’s Samuel’s main driver in this whole debacle, too. I’ve managed to turn his straight head, and now he’s curious. He’s a stellar kisser, but at twenty-one I have my doubts about how good the sex would be. Then again, it’d be different. I’m not shuddering at the thought or anything.
But I might feel differently when I’m sober.
“Do it,” Rachel says. “Plan it for tomorrow.”
Peer pressure and alcohol have me pulling my phone from my pocket.
“What do I say?”
Rachel plucks the phone from my hand. “Do not send that—” I tell her when she starts typing.
“Trust me,” she says. She hands the phone back, message unsent.
Me
Let’s do something tomorrow. We should probably talk anyway.
I raise my brows at her. “Sexy.”
