My body tenses.
“What’s wrong?” Vincent straightens as he asks this, scanning the crowd.
“Nothing.”
He talks over my head. “Eric.”
“Yeah, boss?”
“Hey!” I grab Vincent’s face in both hands and make him look down at me. “It’s just one of my coworkers. I need to go talk to her.” Sensing his next words, I cut him off. “Alone.”
“Sasha.”
“Vincent.” I give him my best I’m serious look. “I’ll be 20 feet away. I’m not gonna sneak out and go sprinting down the street.”
I can feel his jaw clench under my palms before he turns his head to kiss my wrist. “Fine.”
Not giving myself time to freak out, I step away from Vincent and walk towards Jessica. I should have been paying better attention to who was in here. I know she frequents BeanBag. I’m just lucky it was her who caught me and not someone else.
As I near, I watch her eyes dart between myself and where I left Vincent standing. If I know him, he’s probably still standing there staring right back. Along with his meathead buddies.
“Hi, Jess.” I greet her cautiously.
Her eyes don’t stop their back-and-forth pattern, and her jaw is literally hanging open.
I reach out and flick her chin. “You can close your mouth now.”
“Is that… Are you… How long have you… Oh my god, you’re sleeping with Mr. Sin!” Her eyes widen with each attempt at a sentence. “Oh my god!”
She saw enough that there’s no point in denying it. And her reaction is so comical I shrug and smile in response.
Jessica reaches out and flicks my chin in return. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” She waves off the question as soon as she asks it. “Never mind. I get it. Golden Girl Sasha is sleeping with a client. This is the scandal of the century.” She grins.
“Yeah, you’re making me feel so much better about this.” I laugh.
Jessica scoffs. “Give me a break. You have that giant pile of sexy over there to comfort you.” She fans herself. “Tell me his cock is as big as I’ve imagined it is.”
I feel my face flush red.
Jessica squeals. “You stupid bitch! I’m so jealous of you right now. But seriously, we most definitely need to catch up. Dinner and drinks for sure.”
“Deal.” I agree, honestly looking forward to it.
Seeing her here was a shock but being able to talk to another woman about Vincent would be so nice. Jessica is a bit rowdy, but she’s a good person and a great listener.
I think about my schedule. “I’m swamped for the next couple days until the photoshoot at Marie’s House, but after that I’m open. Did you want to do another yoga class?”
Jessica scrunches up her nose. “Yoga? No. I’m done with that.”
“The class or the guy?” I ask.
“Both. I could hardly move for three days after that dumb class. And flexibility is great and all, but turns out that moron thought the female orgasm was a myth.”
“What? Wow. Fuck that guy.”
“Fuck what guy?” Vincent’s voice rumbles right next to me.
I expect Jessica to go back to being starstruck, but of course she doesn’t. “Oh, just this loser I went out with a few times who didn’t believe the woman should also get off.”
Vincent clucks his tongue in disapproval. The flash of pink between his teeth causing my thighs to clench. “That’s unacceptable.” He turns his gaze to me. “Right, Sasha?”
“Umm.” I have no appropriate response for that.
Jessica lets out a cackle of laughter. “Oh my god, this is so great! You two are so adorable together!”
Vincent presses a hand against my lower back, turning me into him.
“Aren’t we just.” The jackass says before kissing the top of my head. With his other hand he reaches out to greet Jessica. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. I’m Vincent. Sasha’s boyfriend.”
Jessica beams.
I groan.
She ignores me. “Jessica. Sasha’s friend from work. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I see Eric step up next to Vincent, a coffee cup in each hand. Figuring I should get it over with, I gesture towards him. “You might as well meet Eric, too. I’m sure he’ll have to tag along for our girl’s night.”
“Oh?” Jessica’s eyebrows go up.
I sigh. “He’s my bodyguard. For the next little while at least.”
Jessica gives him an approving look, not at all phased by the fact that I have a bodyguard now. “You like tacos and margaritas?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Eric replies.
I roll my eyes at his formality, but Jessica just smiles harder.
Vincent slides his large palm up my back. “I hate to cut this reunion short, but we need to get back.”
I tip my head back to look up at him. “Okay.”
Something in my tone makes him grin. “You’re coming too, sweetheart. I’m riding with you.”
“Oh? How’d you get here?”
“I went into the office early, so we just walked over.”
I shoot a glare over at Eric, but he just shrugs.
When I turn back to Jessica, she’s beaming. I roll my eyes. “Text me, okay?”
“Whatever you say.” She replies with a smirk. Then she mouths sweetheart.
