Elli: Where is everybody? I have pics-in-progress for my Princess Vivian costume!
Elli: <shared file> princessvivian.jpg
Elli: Seriously . . . I haven’t heard from you guys in FOREVER. Where are you?
Elli: Helloooo . . .
Taneesha: I’m here. I was up late trying out Elder Scrolls Online. It’s not bad. I’m not quitting WoW—yet. But I like the gameplay.
Elli: I’ve looked at it, but hadn’t committed yet. I like that it doesn’t have a monthly fee, tho. Once you buy the game, you’re done.
Michelle: Little early for slaying orcs, isn’t it, T? I haven’t had time to game in forever.
Elli: Michelle! How are you? I’ve been worried. Are you okay?
Michelle: I’m fine, mostly. How’s it going? Still working with the comic lady?
Elli: Ruby. Yup. She’s the best.
Taneesha: Hey, Miche. How’s it going?
Michelle: It’s . . . going.
Taneesha: Don’t suppose you’ve talked to Christina?
Michelle: Not lately. And not if I can avoid it. ;P Why? What’s she done now?
Taneesha: Trust me. You don’t want to know.
Michelle: Shit. I just popped on to see if Aditi was around.
Taneesha: Thanks! Way to make us feel special!
Michelle: You know I didn’t mean it like that! I just want to talk to her, and she’s hard to pin down. Stressful stuff going on. Anyway, I have to go into a meeting (ugh), but I wanted to check in. Text me later?
Elli: Okay. Don’t work too hard, Michelle!
Taneesha: I’ve got nothing but time, Miche. Besides, I get the feeling you’ve got some stories to tell me, too. Huh?
Michelle: Maybe. ;) Text you tonight.
Taneesha: Hey, if you’re going to reveal dirty deets, maybe you should loop in Elli, here!
Elli: Nope. I’m good, thanks. No offense, though, Miche! Whatever makes you happy.
Michelle: No offense taken. I’ll talk to you guys soon.
Taneesha: Elli, if you want to play ESO, I’ll transfer the $$ to your PayPal. Grab a copy, and tell me when you’ll be online. I’ll help you level up.
Elli: Really? That’d be awesome! Thanks!
Taneesha: What time do you get off work?
Elli: OH CRAP I am late I gotta go! Talk to you later!
Taneesha wandered around her house aimlessly on Monday morning. She was suspended from work. At least she was getting paid, although she had a sneaking suspicion it was only because they had suspended Steven, too—and no way would they try to suspend a white male senior programmer without pay.
Ordinarily, if she had time off, she’d be worried about work that was piling up. But right now she was barely doing any coding for the projects on deck—they’d passed her around like a live grenade, nobody wanting her on their team when the explosion inevitably occurred.
Now she’d detonated, and she felt sure they’d all be building walls and locking doors to make sure she didn’t wreak any more havoc when she returned.
She turned on her TV, trying to decide which game of death and destruction would fit her mood. The post-apocalyptic feel of Fallout was bleak but not quite angry enough. Grand Theft Auto—too old-school, too cartoonishly thuggish, and she didn’t really feel like dealing with the misogyny. Lara Croft—those tits would irritate the fuck out of her. She kicked at a sofa pillow that had fallen on the floor. What she needed was an outlet. Maybe she should take kickboxing or mixed martial arts or something. She felt like going Fight Club on somebody’s ass. She was crawling out of her skin.
What you need is a good, hot, screaming bout of crazy sex.
She headed for the fridge, pulling out the milk and making herself an enormous bowl of cereal. Sex, or lack thereof, was certainly not helping her frustration levels.
Diego had come over for dinner on Friday night, after she’d been suspended by HR. He’d been a total gentleman, cuddling with her on the couch, joking with her, gaming with her. He’d given her a gentle kiss on the cheek, snuggled with her—and hadn’t pushed, even though she’d sensed a certain tension in his body. The guy was thoughtful, and considering how raw her emotions had been, she’d appreciated it.
They saw each other on Saturday, as well. He took her to lunch, then she played an old-school RPG, Paranoia, with him and a bunch of his crew, over at the shop. They didn’t break up the party to go home till three in the morning. She’d seen him throwing glances her way—she knew, because she’d been sending plenty of low-lashed glances of her own. He’d brushed against her a few times, smiling at her. It was slow burn, sure, but hot AF.
They hadn’t had the chance to see each other Sunday. It was Bobby’s birthday, and their family had a big celebration. Diego hadn’t been able to make it because of his own parents’ wedding anniversary. It was a little early in their relationship for negotiating family outings anyway. She hadn’t even slept with him. Hell, she hadn’t even had a good solid make-out session with him.
Yet, she amended. But her body and her mindset were telling her it was...