“Sounds like a good time.” I pulled off the tux jacket that still smelled like David’s bright, citrus cologne. “Thanks for saving my life with this.” “My pleasure.” I practically ran out the door and past the roundabout into the vast parking lot. There was no way to rationalize it to myself this time. I was flirting. With another man. While my boyfriend worked on a Saturday. I was a bad girlfriend today.
I wouldn’t call networking flirting but what do I know.
