Page 66 of Feasting on Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies)

“How did you even get in again?” I wondered. I would have thought they would put him on some kind of list, making it impossible for him to get back into the office.

“I just walked in the front door,” he said.

“They didn’t try to stop you?”

“It was a different guard,” Patrick explained.

“I’ll have to talk to them,” I grumbled. It was all fine and well to let Patrick in when he was feeling apologetic, but in the future, I needed them to be more vigilant. What if Pat had been some angry worker intent on doing real damage?

“See you later?” Patrick asked hopefully.

“Sure,” I agreed. “We’ll have drinks.”

“Sounds good.” He disappeared back into the hallway, following the path to the front door.

I picked my phone back up and texted the group. Pat’s making amends. It looks like talking to Bernie actually worked.

Cory sent back a celebratory emoji, and Gavin didn’t reply. I asked Petra if she was interested in dinner that night, and she agreed. It looked like things were looking up. At least that was one thing I didn’t have to worry about anymore. The only thing remaining was the pregnancy issue and what that meant for our future. I was seriously going to have to consider what that meant for me and my friends going forward. But first, I had to wait for confirmation from Petra’s doctor. It wouldn’t do to make any life-changing decisions without all the information.

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