Page 76 of Not Safe For Work

“Barring any unforeseens, I should have it to you by the end of the day Monday.”

Her lips tightened. “That’s cutting it close, but… Well, let me know when it’s done.”

“Will do.”

Marie left Teagan and me to our work. After the door banged shut behind Marie, Teagan let out a sharp breath.

“Jesus Christ on a pogo stick,” Teagan said. “You’re in a good mood. She’s being civil. Is she getting laid too?”

I choked on my coffee, coughing a couple of times in between laughing. “Damn it, Teagan, I did not need that mental image.”

“Well, now you know how I feel when I picture you with someone.”

“Then quit picturing it.”

“Quit coming in here with that smug ‘I got my dick wet’ smirk on your face, and I’ll—”

“Classy, Teagan.” I chuckled. “And what the hell? I thought your man put out on a regular basis.”

“He does, but not when I’m in deadline mode.”

“Well, there’s nothing that says you have to go home and be a—”

“Watch yourself, McNeill.” She eyed me. “Now come on, I want to know about this girl who’s making your heart pitter patter. If nothing else, to get the images of Beelzebub copulating out of my head.”

“There’s nothing to tell. Seriously.” Is there?

She cocked her head and batted her eyes. “Come on, Jon. This coffee is only going to do so much. I need juicy gossip to keep me awake”

Oh, this gossip would wake you up quick, fast and in a hurry, my dear. “T, it’s nothing.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“If I make something up just to keep you awake, would—”

“Damn you, McNeill, this is a matter of life and death.”

I laughed. “Since when is my sex life a matter of life and death for anyone but me?”

“You don’t keep me awake with gossip, I fall asleep, this model doesn’t get done, and Dawson murders me.” She paused. “No pressure or anything.”

“Oh, come on. You’ve said yourself you’d rather gouge out your own eyeballs than hear about the things I do in bed.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t want to know what you’re doing. I want to know who you’re doing.”

“You know as well as everyone else.”

“What?” She straightened so fast, she nearly knocked over the coffee Marie had been worried about. “Who?”

I grinned. “Calvin’s mom, of course.”

She glared at me. “Liar.”

I picked up my coffee and raised it in a mock toast. “That’s all you’re getting out of me.”

“This isn’t over, McNeill.” She gestured menacingly with a tube of glue. “I will find out.”

I laughed, but deep down, a knot tightened in my gut. I had no intention of telling her or anyone else, but something told me she was absolutely right.