Walking Red Flag (Ocean View #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

And now I’m walking into work with it, my insides still a mess of sunshine and rainbows and fairy tales and amazing orgasms. When Cassie catches my face, her phone to her ear, her face falls. “Gotta go, babe. No, I’m good. Gabs walked in,” she says, swiping her phone and keeping her eyes on me as I walk to her, handing over the drink. “Oh, my fucking god.” I smile as I step back, headed to my desk. “Oh, my fucking god!” she repeats as I pull my chair out. “Oh, my fucking god!” Her voice is rising with each word, each change in enunciation. “Quiet, Cassie. The neighbors will call the cops on us again,” I say, reminding her of when we squealed so loud the neighbors in our office building thought something had happened and sent over the police. “And I’ll tell the cops that my best friend just had her first orgasm in 28 years!” The smile stretches until it hurts my cheeks, but a blush comes to my face to join it. “Cassie, can we not let the poor accountants next door know I had my first orgasm this weekend? It might give the guy a heart attack.” “Or a boner,” she says, and I gag, thinking of the little old man next door who is always just this side of inappropriate. “Ew, Cass. You’re fucked up,” I say, sitting at my desk.