I’m in mid-thought when Jules appears and sets a brown bag onto my desk. She’d asked if I wanted to go to lunch, but with the setbacks I had earlier, I hadn’t been able to take a break.

“Chicken salad sandwich,” she announces before dropping into the chair across from my desk. “And a chocolate chip cookie.”

“You’re the best!” I open the bag and tear into the sandwich wrapper, an easy thing to do with my claw-like nails.

“I couldn’t let you starve. You’ll need your energy later.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

I told her about WordIt and Barrett’s skilled tongue.

“It was probably a one-time thing. You know, because he feels bad that my nails are hideous.”

“No, he’ll want it again. No man tells you your pussy is his and then doesn’t come back for more.”

Maybe I shared too much. I take a bite of my sandwich and try not to blush. I had to confide in Jules. I’m out of my depth here with Barrett and his expert mouth.

My phone buzzes with a text. My heart skips a beat wondering if it’s from Barrett.

But, it’s not. It’s from Lauren asking if I got my bridesmaid dress.

After several attempts to text and autocorrect failing me every time, I give up and do a voice message instead.

“I got my dress. Love the lavender, it’s so pretty. Will take to the seamstress tomorrow.”

I set my phone down and turn to Jules.

While I was messaging Lauren, she was breaking off a bite of the cookie she got me.

“What do you think it means?” I ask.

“That I should have gotten two cookies.” She hums around a bite.

I shake my head, but realize I gave her no context to my question.

“About Barrett and last night.”

There’s a celery string stuck between my molars but it’s impossible to grasp with my nails. I give up trying to pinch it and take another bite.

“I think it means you’re the luckiest girl in the world. And you should plan to lose at WordIt every night.”

“No. I mean was it weird that he didn’t want me to reciprocate?”

“Maybe he wanted it to be all about you. You are going above and beyond as a fake girlfriend with this nail thing.”

“Yeah,” I say on a sigh.

“Hold on.” Jules’ eyes narrow. “Did you want to reciprocate?”

“Um, I guess I thought it was the polite thing to do.” And the outline of his dick had made my mouth water.

“Wait a second. Do you have a thing for Barrett?” she asks.

“What?”