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“You’re having it? That’s wonderful.” Her voice brims with excitement, making me happy that I blurted it out. “Yeah, sure, I’ll come and help you. Do you need me to work the candy shop or maybe that snow cone machine?”

If she expects me to have her work at it, she has another thing coming. That’s what I hire people to do, the very ones I hired for the charity party. Either way, I’m getting brownie points with Chloe since I’m implementing her idea.

“Yeah, Seb, what booth willyoube working?” Paolo chimes in with a look of amusement, leaving Taylor bewildered. I glance at Paolo, not appreciating his sudden interest in my party plans.

“I haven’t quite decided yet, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out.” I flash Chloe a small, reassuring smile.

“We can help you too,” Taylor offers, her hand touching Paolo’s arm as it rests on the table. “Just let me know what you need, and we’ll be there.”

Chloe claps her hands together, the worried look replaced with pure excitement. I can already feel the weight of impending chaos and stress settling in as I try to figure out how to pull this off.

“This Wednesday after work, huh? Better get moving, Seb. You’ve got quite a last-minute party to plan.” Paolo raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye.

My stomach growls again, loud enough for everyone to hear, and I wince at the disruptive interruption. I can’t tell if Paolo’s hinting that I should escape the lunch to deal with my impending digestive problem or if he’s relishing in my distress caused by the Thai food or the sudden party planning. Either way, I’ll take the opportunity and duck out.

“Yeah, I should go.” I look around at the mess of Thai food, knowing I should offer to clean it up, but the smell is making my stomach hurt worse. “I’ll text ya later.”

“Okay,” Paolo and Chloe say in unison, leaving an awkward silence in the room. With a forced smile and an explosion about to happen in my pants, I throw my hand up in the hair and leave with a general “Thanks, guys” before bolting to the exit.

I’m hurrying through the building, jogging to my car, and racing home. The entire car ride feels like a race against time, my stomach doing acrobatics with every bump and turn in the road.

With the gear shift barely in park, I burst through the front door, catching Jiles by surprise and sprinting down the hall, hollering in desperation, “Why did I eat Thai food?”

The bathroom door slams shut behind me as I strip down my pants and plop on the toilet, my guts seeping through my asshole. Fuck, it stinks more coming out than it did going in.Paolo’s right. I’m a sucker for this chick if I’m allowing my insides to turn into molten lava to spend lunch with her.

What the fuck am I thinking? I’ve never done this for anyone. What makes her so special? The more I contemplate it, the more painful my belly becomes, the more gaseous the pooping, and the angrier I get at myself for being such a chump.

In the sweltering small powder room, the oppressive heat, the overpowering stench, and the burning pit in my stomachconspire to make me swear off Thai food—and maybe even her—for good. As I sit here, unable to reach the overhead fan and choking on my foul odor, my phone in my pocket starts ringing.

I fumble for it and see it’s another call for Veronica, which I decline and immediately block her. Then it chimes with a message from Chloe, asking if I’m okay, noting that I looked a little sweaty when I left.I guess Paolo didn’t rat me out on knowing I was getting sick at the table. It’s the least he can do after razzing me up.

Too much Thai food

I’ll be fine

I hit send, then thumb through my phone to take my mind off my burning asshole—porn. I’m about to pull up my favorite threesome when I decide to switch it up and dive into the MILF category.

“Damn, there are some real hotties in here.”

I scroll through the different videos before settling on one that reminds me of Chloe. It’s a MILF in the middle of the bed, interview style, talking about being a mamma to teenagers with her tits out. Usually, I’m not into a long narrative, but this seems kind of interesting, so I turn up the volume. Before it gets into any of the good stuff, she texts back:

Can you talk?

Farts are blowing out my ass. I’m trying to watch MILF porn, but sure, now’s an excellent time to have a conversation with the woman I like.

Sure

About two seconds later, my phone rings, and I release another loud, long fart before answering it. The stench makes me gag as she says hello repeatedly before I can answer.

“Hey, yeah, what’s up?” I try to sound casual, as if every part of this experience is typical.

“Sebastian.”

Her voice is full of worry, and I straighten up, my demeanor instantly changing from my misery to her worry.

“I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have made you stay and eat that. And now you have to plan your party. I feel terrible.”

Shit, that party.

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