Page 30 of Mr. Not Quite Perfect

“Yeah. I was surprised he didn’t want me to go, though, seeing as I’m his assistant.”

“Oh, you’ll learn that. Travis does a lot by himself. He doesn’t even really need an assistant.” He looked at me. “But I’m sure you’ll add great benefit when he needs one.”

“Thanks. We’re actually going on a business trip in a couple of days to the West Coast.”

“Oh yeah. LA and San Francisco, right?”

I nodded. “I just don’t know what to expect. What he will…” I pause, staring at Foster. Foster’s eyes had a glint in them that surprised me. “What is it?” I asked him curiously.

“Are you asking what he will expect business-wise or personal-wise?”

“What do you mean?” I asked quickly, staring at him in shock. “Oh my gosh. Don’t tell me that Alice…”

Foster shrugged. “Sorry. You know Alice and I are together now, and she can’t really keep a secret. Well, she can, but…”

Alice walked out of the bedroom then. “Hey, Molly, how’s it going?”

“Not bad,” I said. “But you told Foster about Travis and me?”

“Oops,” she said. “Sorry. I wasn’t going to, but we got to talking, and it kind of slipped out. Do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you, but I really don’t want everyone at the office finding out.”

“Trust me, I’m not going to tell anyone else, and Foster definitely won’t. Will you, honey?”

“No,” he said. “My lips are sealed.”

“And I don’t even know exactly what happened,” Alice said. “Like, are you guys…?” She looked at me and then at Foster. “And you totally don’t have to have this conversation in front of Foster. We can speak privately if you want.”

“It’s fine. I mean, he already knows something went down.”

Foster smiled at me. “No judgment, Molly. Trust me. I’m hooking up with my assistant, too.”

“Yeah, but you guys are engaged, and Travis and I just had a one-night stand.”

“I see.” He smiled. “Was this after the charity dinner?”

“No,” I said. “I wasn’t lying when I said nothing happened there.”

“So what happened?” Alice said. “When did this one-night stand occur?”

I sighed. “You know what? Can I get a glass of red wine?” I laughed. “I’m going to need some alcohol to get through this story.”

“Sure,” Foster said. “Why don’t you and Alice go and sit in the living room, and I’ll bring over some glasses?”

“Thank you,” I said, and we headed toward the couch.

I sat down next to Alice, and she gave me a sorrowful look.

“I’m really sorry for telling Foster. I should have asked you first.”

“It’s okay,” I said, shaking my head. “He’s your man, and I don’t want you to have to keep secrets from him.”

“Thanks. I’m so glad you understand.”

“It’s okay.”

Foster then approached with the wineglasses.

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