Hailey laughed. “Oh my god, ‘not really’ is not an answer.” Her smile faded when she realized I wasn’t finding anything that amusing. “Sorry. My first time … god … I don’t remember much. Isn’t that pathetic? I don’t recall it being great. But I didn’t have the most considerate man—boy actually—exerting any effort to make it great. He didn’t know it was my first time until it was over.”

“Was he mad?”

“Mad? What do you mean?”

“That it was your first time and you didn’t tell him?”

“No.” She chuckled. “Why?”

I shrugged and shook my head.

“You know you can tell me anything. Right? If you have guy problems, I’m your girl. I’ve had every guy problem imaginable. Cheaters. Married men. Assholes. Narcissists. Stalkers.”

My eyebrows peaked as I stopped filing. “Seriously?”

“Oh yes. You name it. I’ve probably experienced it or have a friend who did.”

“Have you been with older men?”

“Yes. Well … how old? I don’t date grandpas, even if they are rich.”

“I don’t know … five … ten years older?”

“Sure. You like an older man?”

“Maybe.”

The office door opened and Fisher stepped inside, again sipping one of his big red drinks from a straw. “Hey,” he said to Hailey or me. Maybe both of us. “How’s it going today?”

“We’re about to clock out, Bossman. After I get done giving Reese some dating advice.”

I ducked my head and focused hard on the papers in front of me. Why did she say that?

“Oh yeah? What advice is that?” He slid behind me and opened the desk drawer to my right, dropping a set of keys into it.

His proximity raised the temperature in the room a good ten degrees.

“I’m not sure yet; you walked in and interrupted us.”

“Sorry.” He chuckled. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No. Just do your thing and ignore us. As you were saying, Reese …”

I shook my head as Fisher lifted some of the papers around me like he was searching for something on his desk. “It’s not a big deal. We can talk later.”

“Don’t let me stop you. Maybe I can be of help. I’m a guy. So I know a lot about them.” Fisher found a folder and turned, resting his butt on the edge of the desk.

I felt his gaze on me, but there was no way I could look at him.

“Yeah, ask Bossman. He’s a walking example of failed relationships.” Hailey giggled.

“Then he’s definitely not the one I need to ask,” I murmured.

“Reese was asking me about dating older men. You’ve dated plenty of women younger than you. What’s your take on it?” Hailey asked Fisher.