“So let me get this straight. There’s a secret testing room at Seduction and Snacks and I haven’t been invited? Remind me again why we’re still friends?” Tyler asks as he kicks back in his chair and puts his feet up on my desk.
“It’s not what you think. Women don’t go in there and actually USE the toys. Get your feet off of my desk.” I reach over and smack the bottom of one of his shoes.
“You’re totally lying to me right now. I bet you have a two-way mirror in this place somewhere and you can just sit there watching hot chicks diddle themselves. I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me all these years,” Tyler complains.
I made the mistake of telling Tyler that we had a product-testing group coming in today to give us their thoughts about our newest toy, The Telephone. Every time we come out with something new, we send out free samples to fifty customers who’ve signed up to be on our testing list. They agree to use the product for at least a week and then come in on a scheduled date to discuss the product with other customers and fill out a survey about it. We do it in small groups of ten, and today the first group for The Telephone is showing up in a half hour. Tyler called me to see about meeting for lunch, and when I declined and gave him the reason, he hung up on me. Fifteen minutes later he showed up in my office.
“I’m not lying to you. It’s actually pretty boring. We do have a two-way mirror, but I just sit on the other side taking notes about people’s opinions.”
Tyler shakes his head, still not believing me. “Liar. Take me to the diddlers.”
Ava walks into my office and places the form I gave her an hour ago in front of me. “Gavin, I can’t figure out the copier, so you’re going to have to get someone else to make copies of these surveys.”
“Ava, you’re looking particularly slutty today. How about we get out of here and—”
“Stop talking to me,” Ava interrupts.
Tyler places his hand over his heart and pretends to look wounded. “That hurts, Ava. Really hurts.”
“Just being in the same room with you makes me want to start taking antibiotics,” Ava complains before turning back to me. “So, anyway, I can’t make these copies. It’s too hard.”
Sighing, I grab the survey and get up from my desk. “Ava, all you have to do is punch in the number of copies you want and then hit print. It’s not that hard.”
I don’t know why I even bother; she’s already on her cell phone, ignoring me.
“So, Ava, did you hear that our boy here sucked face with your sister Saturday night?” Tyler asks as she walks past him. She stops in her tracks and looks up from her cell phone.
“I may have heard something to that effect. What do you know?”
I watch as Tyler slides his feet off of my desk and leans closer to her. “I heard it was pretty hot. I was there, but I was otherwise occupied making fun of a man with a vagina. What did you hear?”
Ava shrugs and takes a step toward him. “I heard the same thing. I also heard that both parties were pretty into it and haven’t spoken of said event since it happened.”
Tyler nods and rubs his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Interesting.”
What is going on right now? These two can’t be in the same room together without strangling each other, and now they’re talking about me like I’m not standing right here.
“I think we should go somewhere and discuss this privately,” Tyler informs her.
There is no way this can happen. I don’t want Tyler divulging any of my secrets to Charlotte’s sister. I’m sure I don’t have to worry though; Ava hates him.
“I think that can be arranged,” Ava replies.
Son of a bitch!
“Hello? I’m standing right here,” I remind them.
They both turn around to look at me and then go right back to their discussion.
“I need to see a chick about a telephone. I’ll meet you at Fosters in an hour,” Tyler tells her.
“No one is meeting anyone in an hour. Ava, you don’t get off of work until five.”
Ava sighs and looks over her shoulder at me. “Gavin, I need to leave work early today for a doctor’s appointment.”
“DENIED!” I shout.
“I’ll see you in an hour,” Ava tells Tyler before walking out the door.
“She’s a bitch, but she’s got potential,” Tyler muses as he stares at her ass while she leaves.
“You are not meeting up with her to tell her about the list,” I demand as I head out the door to make copies of the survey. Tyler jumps up from his seat and follows behind me.
“I won’t tell her about the list, vagina face. Give me a little credit here. She’s got the inside scoop on Charlotte. I can feel her out, or up, and find out if that kiss the other night moved you up a few notches on Charlotte’s love scale.”