I wouldn't.
I'd paid too high a price and couldn't imagine anything worth the cost.Megumi, the receptionist, buzzed me through the glass security door and greeted me with a big smile.
She was a pretty woman, young like me, with a stylish bob of glossy black hair framing stunning Asian features.
"Hey," I said, stopping by her desk.
"Got any plans for lunch?" "I do now."
"Awesome."
My grin was wide and genuine.
As much as I loved Cary and enjoyed spending time with him, I needed girlfriends, too.
Cary had already started building a network of acquaintances and friends in our adopted city, but I'd been sucked into the Gideon vortex almost from the outset.
As much as I'd prefer to spend every moment with him, I knew it wasn't healthy.
Female friends would give it to me straight when I needed it, and I was going to have to cultivate those friendships if I wanted them.
Setting off, I headed down the long hallway to my cubicle.
When I reached my desk, I put my bag and purse in the bottom drawer, keeping my smartphone out so I could silence it.
I found a text from Cary: I'm sorry, baby girl.
"Cary Taylor," I sighed.
"I love you .
even when you're pissing me off."
And he'd pissed me off royally.
No woman wanted to come home to a sexual clusterf**k in progress on her living room floor.
Especially not while in the middle of a fight with her new boyfriend.
I texted back, Block off the wknd 4 me if u can.
There was a long pause and I imagined him absorbing my request.
Damn, he texted back finally.
Must be some ass kicking u have planned.
"Maybe a little," I muttered, shuddering as I remembered the .
orgy I'd walked in on.
But mostly I thought Cary and I needed to spend some quality downtime together.
We hadn't been living in Manhattan long.
It was a new town for us, new apartment, new jobs and experiences, new boyfriends for both of us.
We were out of our element and struggling, and since we both had barge loads of baggage from our pasts, we didn't handle struggling well.