me.
I was planning to hang around for at least another hour, but after that text . . . let's just say I'm in a hurry to get out of here.
"What was that text about?" Hilda says over her shoulder.
I had no choice but to ask for her help. For every pile of files I put away, it felt like there were twenty more in its place. I was making no headway and with the list of things they want me to do tomorrow, I needed an extra pair of hands or a clone.
"Nothing," I answer unable to wipe the stupid grin off my face.
"The way you shut that computer down and practically jumped from your chair doesn't look like nothing," she says smirking at me.
I'm contemplating my answer when she continues. "Go on. Get out of here. You've been working your tail off. Go home to your hot piece of man candy. I’ll finish up."
I could kiss her right now, but I feel guilty just bailing.
"Are you sure? You don't have to finish. You've already been a big help. I'll play catch up tomorrow morning."
"I'm positive. There's not that much left, and I guarantee you they'll be in tonight and create another pile for you. Don't worry about me. Now, scoot."
I don't wait for her to tell me twice. I grab my purse and walk toward the front doors.
"Thank you. I owe you one," I call out over my shoulder.
In typical L.A. fashion, there's an accident on the freeway. Traffic is backed up for miles and getting home quickly is just not gonna happen. I decide to call Vonne to distract me from my potential road rage.
"Hey, lady?" She picks up after a few rings.
"Hey, yourself. What are you doing?" I ask.
"Nothing. I got your text this morning. Sorry, I didn't text back. I was trying to figure out what we were gonna do. We're just gonna have the family over on Saturday for a barbecue so I'm in."
"Awesome. You could be my backup against the mega bitch."
"That should be fun," she says with a laugh. "Who else is going?"
"Well, his parents, of course, us, and Eli."
I play stupid and wait for her reaction. I'm still a little pissed at her for not telling me, but I figure she won't be able to hide it from me for long.
"Oh."
"Oh. That's all you have to say?" I ask, waiting for her to give me more.
"What do you know?"
"Nothing. Apparently, my best friend didn't think it was important to keep me in the loop. I had to hear it second-hand from my boyfriend who swore me to secrecy for fear of getting his nuts chopped off."
"What did Eli tell him?"
"So are you going to tell me your side, or are you going to continue throwing questions at me. Just tell me, dammit, and then we'll compare notes."
She lets out a long sigh. "Ugh . . . fine. He finally gave in to my charms."
"Your charms?" I ask laughing. "Enlighten me of these charms you speak of."
"Shut up. You know I've wanted to jump his bones since we met. He's just such a fucking gentleman under that mischievous smirk. Gah! I couldn't take it anymore."
She pauses, taking in another breath. "He got a little buzzed at the reception, and I drove us back to my house so he could get his car. He seemed nervous, and I wasn't ready for him to go home yet, so I asked him to come inside. I grabbed us something to drink, and well . . .”
"Well? What? Stop leaving me hanging."
"I took a page out of your book, and I jumped his bones."
"What?" I screech into the phone.
"I'm sorry, but I've never had to make the first move. He was being such a damn cock tease. We were sitting pretty close together on the couch and every time he would shift his body, his leg would rub against mine. Then he started with his hands. He’d touch my arm while we were talking then move it away, then he moved it to my thigh. He was fucking killing me. So I wrapped my hand behind his neck and planted one on him."
"Holy shit."
"He was shocked at first. I threw everything I had behind that kiss. All the pent-up lust I had for him. He had no choice but to give it up."
I laugh so hard that my eyes water. "Well, good for you. Taking what you