Geez, did I even know this guy?

“I’ll answer the door from now on.” James said, leaving no room for pushback.

“Babe, you sounded like a boss just now,” Kelly called from the kitchen holding the leftover box from last night.

That box was calling my name. “Thanks. I am over it for today. I don’t want to go to this damn party, learn these damn business documents, or do anything else. But what choice do I realistically have? Everything is happening at the same time. Give me some of that damned cold pizza.”

She whipped out some coffee and set the table for us, leaving space for James if he so chose to join us. I wondered what he thought about being a bodyguard for a girl like me and what he thought of the antics that went on. Oh, to be a semi-silent observer.

“This is sex pizza, now.”

I groaned. “How is it that I actually forgot about that?”

“Damn, it was that bad?”

Avoiding her gaze–and James’s–I bit into my pizza. “We’re not getting into it. What I will say is that I don’t think he sees me like a normal guy would. I think I just gave it up with the worst possible choice.”

“Being horny will do that to a girl. No sparks with Garrett?”

Were there even sparks with Brent or was he just hot and the pheromones got to me? Garrett felt like a safe choice, but from what everyone was telling me, it seemed that not sleeping with him was the smartest thing I’ve done in a while. He never got pushy with it and in hindsight, it made sense that his motives could have been something else.

I took a lazy bite of pizza. “Getting into bed never really came up much. He wasn’t pushy about it and we seemed...surface level? I don’t know how to explain it, but I think what some people are saying makes sense.”

“Not that it matters now, but he wasn’t the one. Don’t be so quick to believe what other people are saying just yet. In this world, everything is an onion. Layers on layers like I wish this pizza would have.”

She was right. It didn’t matter anymore. The drama was spread all over the internet and probably on the freaking news and I slept with Brent after telling myself I wanted to do it with ‘the one’ one day.

“Snack time,” James interrupted.

I got up from the table. “I guess I need to at least finish a bit of this work before getting ready for this party.”