Chapter 511

Getting up the next morning was not a fun time. Amanda and Maeve had left Sabrina’s around 2 AM, and you probably hadn’t gotten to sleep until 3, so you were running on something like four hours of sleep. After the nights of heavy ‘exercise.’

Your first cup of coffee did almost nothing.

The second one helped you raise your eyelids higher than halfway.

“OK, maybe we space them out a little more next time,” Gemma chuckled.

It was lunch and you were trying to stay awake. You felt like you were pulling an Andy. Sabrina and Gemma weren’t much better, to be fair, but they weren’t nodding off as they were typing. Eric had been questioning you all morning about what party you’d gone to, and why you hadn’t invited him until Gemma had snapped a little at him that it wasn’t a party, you were just ‘dealing with personal stuff.’ Which wasn’t a lie, it had been personal. And private.

You wiped at your face, blinking again before leaning in to eat the bodega meal that Sabrina had gone and bought for you from downstairs. Eric had said he had a call to make and had dipped out, leaving the three of you to eat alone with the conference room door shut.

“I guess it’s a good thing it’s the me and you date tonight,” Sabrina said. “John looks like he’d fall asleep during the appetizers. Just splat, right in the soup du jours.”

“Hah. Hah,” you grumbled sarcastically. Then you looked up at her. “I love you.”

“Thank you, baby,” she grinned.

“Seriously though, John,” Gemma said. “Maybe you should see if you can go home early today. You could probably pass for looking sick.”

“No, no,” you shook your head, sitting up straight. “I can make it to the end of the day. Then I’ll fall asleep on the bus on my way home.”

Gemma rolled her eyes and shook her head, and Sabrina snorted softly. “You know,” she said. “Becks was asking if we had plans tonight because she’s free. And Eric was saying he had that remote spot on a podcast tonight, whatever that means, so he isn’t staying late. If you stay late and Becks stays late...”

“I don’t think I would survive,” you said bluntly.

Gemma raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “You’re telling me that if Becks came in here right now, stripped down and sat on your lap, you wouldn’t be able to rise to the occasion?”

You took a breath and blinked. “Well, no, I’m not saying that,” you said. “I’m saying that afterwards I would turn to dust and blow away in the wind. I’d be happy dust, but still dust.”

“Well, maybe this will kickstart your heart,” Sabrina said, doing something on her phone and then sliding it over to you. Picking it up, you glanced at the screen and raised your eyebrows. “The lady who runs the ‘Daddy’s Dick’ Twitter account sent us some pictures of her using a lifelike dildo,” Sabrina said to Gemma. “Which might or might not be a copy measurement-wise for John.”