hand, adorned with a wedding ring, rubbed her stomach. “Sometimes you just have to take a chance.”
The video then moved on to how he also took a chance and started his own business and needed impressive office space without the commitment and price tag. But I’d stopped listening.
I stood abruptly before they could even show the last video. “Good job. Run with it.”
I saw the confusion on my team’s faces as I walked toward the door. They looked at each other, silently asking what the hell was wrong with me. I just didn’t give a shit.
Later that night, my office phone rang. The caller ID said it was Logan. I didn’t feel like talking, but he’d called my cell earlier, so I figured I’d make sure everything was alright. Tossing my pen on the desk, I leaned back into my chair.
He started talking before I even said hello. “Remember the twins from Chi Omega? The gymnasts who had those juicy lips?”
I nodded. “Jenna and Justine. Jenna was a business major and Justine pre-med.”
“Whatever. I saw them in the elevator of my building today at work. Haven’t seen them in a few years.”
“How are they doing?”
“They’re fucking hotter than ever. That’s how they’re doing.”
“Are you calling to tell me you hooked up with them both? Because I really don’t want to hear the details.”
“No. I’m calling to tell you Jenna asked about you. She said she had the biggest crush on you back in college.”
“Oh yeah? That must’ve bruised your ego.”
“Not at all. I’ll take either one. I still can’t tell the difference anyway. We have plans with them Friday night.”
“We?”
“Yeah. The four of us.”
“No, thanks.”
“Dude…do you know how flexible they are?”
I still had no interest. I rubbed my eyes with one hand. “I’m not up for it.”
“They’ll get you up for it. Come on. What are you going to do? Spend the next year abstinent, only to drive out to Montauk with your hopes up on Memorial Day and have Valerie’s new, forty-year-old boyfriend answer the fucking door when you knock?”
My jaw flexed. “It’s Valentina.”
I should’ve never told him about what was going on with me, what went down this summer. But the day after I left him alone with the two women who’d tried to pick us up at the bar, he showed up at my office to ask what the hell was going on. And like a pussy, I unloaded my tale of woe on him.
But the thing was, I knew Logan—he could be relentless, and believe it or not, he was concerned about me. He just thought getting me laid was the way to make me feel better. I had no doubt that if I said no, he’d be standing in my office at some point tomorrow. I wouldn’t even put it past him to show up with the twins at my place Friday night.
“Fine.”
“Excellent.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “You won’t regret it, buddy. I’m telling you, that Janna had a twinkle in her eye when she said your name.”
“It’s Jenna.”
“Whatever. Meet us at seven at Boggs for dinner.”
***
Dinner wasn’t terrible, mostly because it felt like four old friends from college catching up, rather than a double date. Though, that was despite Logan’s constant flirting with Justine. Actually, he’d been flirting with Justine at the bar while we waited for our table. But when we were seated for dinner, he started flirting with Jenna, too. The bonehead still couldn’t tell them apart—even though I’d pointed out that one was wearing red and the other black.
After we finished eating, Logan suggested we go over to the bar across the street. I’d ditched him last time, so I went along with it, even though I would have rather gone home. At one point he and Justine went to dance, leaving Jenna and me alone to talk.
“So…are you seeing anyone?” She sipped her vodka and cranberry through a skinny red straw.
I tried to hide my flinch. “No.”
“Me either. I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t gone out on a date in months.” She smiled and tilted her head. “What’s your excuse?”
I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to explain anything. Luckily, the bartender came by and saved me from answering.
“Can I get you two another round?”
I looked to Jenna.
“Sure,” she said. “I’d love another.”
“Just for her, please. I’m good.”
The bartender walked away.
“You’re not joining me for another drink?” She smiled.
“I have a lot of work to do in the morning.”
“Oh.