Page 66 of Best In Class
And maybe love isn’t a second chance.
Maybe it’s the next draft, the better one.
“You did the dirty with Dom,” Stella declares when I show up at work in the afternoon.
After Dom dropped me at home, I changed and came to work. I have a team meeting I can’t miss. I’m excited because Dom will be there.
It’s like I’m a teenager again—nervous, giddy, waiting for a glance, a brush of his hand, a moment where I get to have him all to myself.
“Did not.”
Well, a blow job is dirty in the naughtiest way possible, but I’m not telling Stella about it.
My friend closes my office door behind her and comes closer, gets in my face. She gasps after a moment. “You blew him!”
I push her away and let out an irritated sigh. “We’re in a workplace.”
She waves a hand. “Puhlease!Did you?”
I lick my lips. “I’m not talking about sex with you.”
Stella folds her arms, tapping one ballet flat on the floor and a finger against her forearm. “Spill the beans.”
“Argh!” I fling my hands up in exasperation. “Fine! We made out. Okay?”
“And?” she prods.
“And…I think we’re going to…you know…do the….” I run a hand through my hair.
“Do thewhat?” she probes.
“The dating thing,” I blurt out and then collapse onto my office chair.
Stella’s eyes widen, and then she lets out a squeal that could shatter glass. “You’re dating Dominic Calder!”
I bury my face in my hands. “Don’t say it like that. You make it sound like I adopted a tiger.”
“Well, you kind of did.” She flops into the chair across from my desk, still grinning. “He’s all smolder and brooding and tragic past and now—bam!—he’s yours again.”
I peek at her between my fingers. “We haven’t defined anything. I said I wanted time. He said he’d wait, and he wasn’t going anywhere.”
“Except down on you?” Stella remarks salaciously.
“I thought you and Noah had a sex marathon, so how come you still have sex on your brain?”
She waves a hand dismissively. “Luna, you haven’t let anyone date you in years. This is a good thing.”
I tip back on my chair. “I know….but then why do I feel like I’m walking around in someone else’s skin?”
Stella softens. “Because you’re scared.”
“Terrified,” I admit. “What if he cheats on me again?”
She shrugs. “Then you’ll deal with it. But what if he doesn’t? What if this time, he actually shows up the way you deserve? Remember young Luna?”
In my early teens, I had some behavioral issues, thanks to my fucked-up parents.
“She could be a bitch.”
