Page 61 of Mr. Hotshot CEO
“I did, but...”
“You’re still not writing?”
“I’m writing,” he says. “Sort of. I’ve started half a dozen projects, but I never get beyond the third chapter. Everything I write is complete shit.”
“I doubt it.”
“No, really.”
“Aren’t first drafts supposed to be shitty?”
“Notthisshitty.” He runs a hand through his hair.
“What are you going to do now?”
He sighs. “I don’t know, but let’s not talk about me. You’re the one who’s sun tanning in the middle of a work day.”
“You’re the one who spent eight months traveling around the world. Surely you have stories to tell me.”
But I can see he doesn’t want to do that.
Vince bounds up the stairs. “Yep, you’re definitely sleeping with Courtney. I went to your bedroom for a little reconnaissance work, and I saw her suitcase, as well as a strip of condoms on your bedside table. Not inside. On top.”
I glare at him. “Stop going through my stuff.”
“I didn’t have to go through anything. I observed it all from the doorway.”
I give him the middle finger.
“On a scale of one to ten,” Vince says, “how spectacular is the sex?”
“None of your business,” I snap.
“Hmm.” Vince strokes his chin. “Cedric, do you think that’s a ten? Or maybe an eleven?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter.
“You’re starting to sound like your usual self.” Cedric pats me on the back. “I was a little worried I’d returned to an alternate universe. When do I get to meet this woman?”
“She met Mom and Po Po on Monday,” Vince says. “She returned from work at four o’clock. So, if we stick around for another five hours...”
“Absolutely not,” I say. “No way are you two sticking around that long. I can’t handle it. Plus, Courtney’s working until six since she didn’t get in until ten this morning.”
“And why would that be?” Vince smirks. “Any particular reason she was late getting to work, lover boy?”
An image of her naked body arched across my bed immediately comes to mind.
I turn to Cedric. “Actually, you’re welcome to stick around and have a beer. It’s been a while. But I can’t handle any more of Vince. He’s already been here several times this week. In fact, he tried to drag me to an orgy last Friday.”
Cedric shakes his head. “I won’t last until four o’clock. I’m pretty jetlagged. I’ll see you again sometime next week, okay?”
I admit, I’m a touch disappointed he’s leaving so soon.
“Oh!” Vince says. “I almost forgot the other thing I noticed in your bedroom. Joey the Phallic Cactus now has a prime seat by your window. How long has he been there?”
“A phallic cactus,” Cedric says. “Is this a cactus that looks like a dick or a strange term for a studded dildo?”
“Joey is a real cactus,” Vince says. “Lots of potential for symbolism, don’t you think? You could put a phallic cactus in your next book and give me credit for the idea. Ooh! Maybe the phallic cactus could start talking. How about that?”
