Cheryl.
She raises her eyebrows at me as she sees me holding a cooking spoon with an apron.
“Do I even want to know what kind of weird sex game you’ve got going on?” Cheryl asks as she walks in. I turn around to give her room and she looks around as she comes inside.
She sniffs the air. “What’s that smell?” Cheryl asks me, turning to me and narrowing her eyes.
I shrug.
“Are you cooking?” she asks me.
“So what if I fucking am?” I snap back to her.
Cheryl smiles. “I’m just asking Ethan, it’s okay,” she tells me and takes a step over. “Expecting guests?”
I nod as I close the door and head to the kitchen. I need my scotch.
“Who?” Cheryl asks, as she follows me.
“Just someone I know,” I reply, not sure how to answer.
Okay, I’m going to be honest with you, okay?
It’s not that I don’t know how to say Brittney is coming over.
It’s that I’m not sure why all of a sudden it’s that I don’t want to say Brittney is coming over. I’m a bit worried about…what?
But Cheryl must fucking read my mind or something.
“Is it someone you work with perhaps, hmm?” Cheryl asks, taking a step closer to me. “Someone mayb
e you hired to be the face for Illicit Entertainment?”
I look toward Cheryl.
“You have Brittney coming over, don’t you?” Cheryl asks me, her eyes narrowing. “You’re cooking dinner for that woman.”
“Does it matter?” I ask with a sigh and turn to face Cheryl. I’m not sure if what I’m doing is the best course of action, but I’m sure as fuck not embarrassed about it. But enough is enough.
“Do you know anything about that woman, Ethan?” Cheryl asks me sharply. “Do you know anything about what you look like when you’re around her?”
I stare at Cheryl as she continues.
“She’s changing you right in front of my eyes,” Cheryl says. “You used to be an asshole, now look at yourself. Cooking dinner.”
“I can still take care of things that need to be done,” I tell Cheryl and take off my apron and grab my glass of scotch and walk out of the kitchen.
Fuck, did you just hear what that sounded like? Did I just fucking say take off my apron?
And I’m supposed to be the bad boy? Jesus fucking Christ.
“You can’t walk away from this Ethan,” Cheryl says, following me out. “There are thousands of employees who depend on your leadership, and if you’re placing it in danger by falling for that woman it’s my job to look out for you…and them,” Cheryl tells me as she follows me out.
“I’m not walking away from it, Cheryl,” I tell her coldly as I go toward the door, open it, and turn to her. “I’m showing you out so I can enjoy my evening in peace.”
Cheryl looks at me and pauses. Finally she sighs.
“I can only try to keep warning you, Ethan,” she tells me. “You may think you’re following your heart, but you could just as easily be getting played. Don’t forget how you know her in the first place.”