Which was exactly why she needed to keep her distance. She could only imagine how complicated things could get if they became involved in any way. Sex and emotions messed with things, especially when she was a manager and he was an owner. She needed to be able to speak her mind and know her job was secure. Which meant no fooling around with the boss. Even if he did have a damn fine ass and was already trying to serve her by noticing her headache and bringing her pain killers, and giving her a completely sincere apology without her even asking for one.

Groaning, she dropped her head into her palms, elbows propped on the desk. This was definitely not a problem she would have ever guessed she’d have when she’d quit her job at Boyds.

Then her phone made a sound she never thought she’d actually be happy to hear. A little popping noise, like a bubble being burst. Followed a few moments later by multiple bubbles bursting.

No matter what she’d threatened, what she’d promised, she hadn’t been able to make the other women start a different group text chat which didn’t include her. They’d nod their heads, say no problem, and then she’d keep getting their messages all together anyway. Finally she’d changed her text notifications on just that message so that her phone didn’t drive her up the wall whenever someone started a new conversation in the group chat.

Right now, however, distraction sounded wonderful.

Sharon: I need a night out! Girls only! Who’s free Saturday for dancing?

Hilary: Me! I’m free!!!!

Maria: I can’t, I’ve got plans with the family :(

Sharon: :(

Kate: I can come!

Angel: Adam says no. Butt face.

Despite Angel’s ire, that was probably for the best. Angel was eight months pregnant but honestly already looked like she could pop at any moment. She’d even had to stop teaching the self-defense courses she loved.

Lexie: Patrick says I can come!

Leigh: I’m in!

Ellie: Me too!

Jessica: I’m having date night with my guys, but have fun!

Despite herself, Olivia couldn’t help but smile as she typed into her phone: I’m in too.

Sharon: DOMME IN THE HOUSE!!! SHE ANSWERED!!!!

Hilary: Woo-hoo!

Angel: Fuck it! I’m talking to Adam, maybe he’ll be less of a butt face if he knows Olivia is going to be there.

Leigh: I’m going to tell him you keep calling him butt face.

Angel: Good, then maybe he’ll stop being one.

Lexie: Unlikely.

Angel: What’s he gonna do? Put me over his knee? My stomach is the size of a beach ball, good luck to him!