Lucky bastard.

“Um…”

Both of them freeze for a split second.

Then Louise hits her head on his desk as she goes to get up. When she spots me, her eyes go wide, and she stands, pulling down her skirt.

“Alaska, what are you doing here?” she asks.

“Um… What are you doing here?” I question back.

She looks at Jeff, who is tucking his cock back into his pants, and then back to me.

“I…” She shakes her head. “I don’t have an explanation.” She shrugs.

“I thought you were with Sarah,” I ask Jeff, and his face scrunches.

“Aren’t you meant to be on bed rest?” He points to my stomach. “If you can work—”

“She can’t work. Her stomach was cut open, you fool,” Louise says, cutting him off. “Anyway. Clearly, this was a lapse in judgment. He gave me great head, so I returned the favor.”

“Still no reason to be sucking his cock.”

I shiver at that thought.

It’s just wrong on all levels.

Jeff is sleazy.

Louise tucks her hair behind her ear and steps away from him, and his eyes track her movements. “Where are you going?” he says, but she ignores him and comes over to me.

“Are you okay? Why are you here?”

I look past her to Jeff.

“I need Sarah’s address,” I tell him.

He throws his head back and laughs. “That’s a joke and never happening.”

“Why? Are you still fucking her too?”

“Of course I am. She plans to move in with me.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Louise shake her head.

“You just told me you were broken up,” she accuses.

“Well, we are. But not.” He scowls. “She would still be here if it weren’t for you,” Jeff says, blaming me for Sarah’s current situation.

Louise reaches for me. “Let’s go.I quit!” she yells.

“Her address?” I demand.

“Not happening.”

“I quit too,” I announce, turning and walking out.

He starts yelling, but neither of us pays any attention.