Kami laughs. “I’m sorry, but it’s funny.”
“How is accidentally revealing my sex life, or lack thereof, to my boss funny?”
“Oh c’mon. It’s a little bit funny. Look on the bright side. You still have a job, and if you say yes, you’re going to get laid—and probably really damn well, too. Win-win!”
“That’s easy for you to say. How am I supposed to work with this man during the day and get busy with him at night, then act like nothing’s happening between us?”
Kami waves off my concerns. “Pull up your big-girl thong. Wait! Never mind. Take it off. It’s going to be fine.”
“How? I don’t know what to do. Should I really say yes? It’s crazy.”
“Maybe, but you need to stop overthinking everything. If you let him, he’ll show you exactly what to do. I have no doubt he knows.” She winks.
I stick my tongue out at her. “I mean it. This is serious.”
“That’s the problem. You take every relationship too seriously. When do you have to give him an answer?”
“By four o’clock.”
“Today?” Kami gapes.
“Yeah. He said it was okay if I decide not to. That we can pretend it never happened.”
“He gave you an out. I respect that.”
I sigh. “This can’t be happening. Jonathan Knight was never supposed to see that email. I fucked up so bad, Kami.”
“Not necessarily.”
I give her a puzzled frown. “What do you mean?”
“Maybe you just inadvertently bagged the perfect man for the job. He’s tall, handsome, gifted as hell in bed according to the grapevine, and he’s a pro with one-and-done. What else could you want?”
It does take the stress off finding some other guy, and I wouldn’t have to settle for some rando. But still…
“You have a point, except you’re leaving out the part where he’s my boss.”
“Learn to separate and be thankful you’ll be fucking a god whose dick was made by the devil.”
“Why don’t you sleep with him, then?”
“And steal your orgasms? What kind of friend would that make me? This is all you, girl. Every inch. But be prepared to spill the tea when you’re done. I want details.”
“Of course you do.” I roll my eyes.
“Can you look at me and seriously tell me he doesn’t turn you on?”
“No.” Every time he walks in the room, I get hot all over. My girl parts screamhell, yes.
“So what’s the problem? You have everything on a silver platter, and you’re still hesitating. Girl, stop thinking. Just do it. Like I said, he’ll take care of the rest.”
What if it sucks? What if I ruin it? On the flip side, what if it’s great and I get attached? There are so many ways for this to go wrong.
“Just because he fits the requirements, doesn’t make him the perfect candidate.”
Kami scoffs. “Bitch, please. He fits as good as a glass slipper. I heard a rumor that an intern went out last weekend and saw him pick up a blonde.”
And that scares me even more. What if I’m too inexperienced for him? What if I slip up and tell him I fantasize about him? I’d die of embarrassment.