Juice: Part Two (Juice #2) Read Free

girls don’t eat before noon!” he laughs at his
own joke.
    Gross .
    I’m snapped back to reality at my desk job, though my mind
keeps wandering to my new billionaire customer. Was I just fooling myself that
he really was interested in the company or was he just using me for sex?
    “Tell me again what happened,” Denise insists. “You got an
order for your juice company, and a second later you two are having sex? And I
thought I was the slut!”
    She’s right, I’m always quick to judge girls around me, but
here I was last night, giving it away so easy. But it wasn’t so easy. It was a
wild turn of events. It could have happened to anyone.
    “Denise, I dropped the order all over the lobby floor and
was mortified,” I explain. “I thought for sure the customer was my typical,
impatient and bossy type, ready to ask for a refund and kick my clumsy butt to
the curb, but Everett even helped me clean up my mess.”
    “He sounds like a real catch. Do you think he has any other
single, hot, billionaire friends?”
    “I will definitely ask next time I see him.”
    After last evening’s encounter, I’m working at a half-pace
at DW and W. I’m typing, “Under these circumstances, the Court of Appeals holds
that no contract was ever made between the parties with respect to an order
that defendant submitted because the plaintiff fucked my brains out so good
that –” Oh god, did I really just type that?
    My day is an endless series of meetings, note taking, and
tense phone calls. Maybe I should see if this investment is real and take our
juice cleanse big time. Unless I want to go back to school for three years,
pass the bar, and become one of these lawyers. I have to do something.
    Thump. thump. thump. I can feel Barry lumbering down
the hall well before he even gets to our office. “Hey, hey, ladies. It’s 5pm
somewhere. Here, actually. You’re still up for thirsty Thursdays?”
    “Is Sean coming?” I ask through clenched teeth and no eye
contact.
    “Yeah, I think so. Why, you have a thing for him? Just
kidding, no dating allowed in the office. Unless it’s me. Just kidding, again!
Anyway, I’ll see you there.” Barry says, satisfied with himself.
    What a maniac.
    “Bronwyn,” Denise says, “Let’s just go and have a drink and
see what happens?”
    “All right. One drink.”

Chapter Five
    Sombreros Taqueria. Authentic Mexican Restaurant. Right.
    Even at 5:30 in the evening, this place reeks of stale beer,
cheap tequila, and post-frat shenanigans.
     “Let’s grab a table outside,” I insist. Denise and I
follow Sean to the back courtyard with overhanging trees with lights, tiki
torches, and an outdoor DJ.
    Now, this, I can do.
    “What do you think about her?” Sean says, motioning to a
petite brunette at another table.
    “She’s cute! Go talk to her,” I suggest. Sean was tall,
handsome, and sweet, but totally lacking in self-confidence.
    “Can you introduce me?” he asks me while looking away.
    “Let me introduce you to my little friends, Cuervo
shots, bitches!” Barry says, crashing the conversation with three shots in
hand.
    “Hey, who wants some? I know this girl does,” he says. My
overgrown child of a boss drops the tequila shots on our table, and slides one
right to me. “One for you, Bronwyn, one for Denise, and one for me. Sorry,
Sean, I didn’t know you were coming,” he says. Sean waves off the slight and
sips from his beer quietly.
    I take the shot. It burns all the way down to my stomach.
    Another one arrives shortly afterward. “C’mon Bron, loosen
up. Let’s have some fun tonight,” Barry says, now sitting next to me.
    I jab Denise under the table and mouth to her get me out of
here. She ignores my predicament to continue her conversation with Sean.
    “You know,” Barry says while leaning in closely, “If you
apply yourself more at work, you could really make a name for yourself. I’m
thinking of recommending you for a promotion.” While making this creepy