"So, do you think that I like don't notice you're so totally wearing the same clothes as you were yesterday?" Ashley asks me as we both grab our chicken rice from the food truck on the corner of 52nd and Park Avenue.

Okay, when I say food truck, I mean one of those chicken and lamb over rice kind of places.

And yes, I totally heard what Ashley just said to me, okay?

But I mean, what am I going to say in response to that?

"Yo, Earth to Alicia," Ashley says, as she looks in my direction as we sit down on the steps of the Seagram's building. "Are you even listening to me, or are you in like some weird billionaire sex coma?"

Okay. I need to figure out what to say to make her stop.

"Ash, we really gotta stop eating food like this for lunch, girl," I tell her and give her a pout. "Not when we're doing Pilates that leaves us so not able to walk the next day."

"Yeah for reals, I'm surprised you're walking on both feet after your night with Mr. Billionaire," Ashley retorts.

Oh my God. This is insane.

I sigh loudly but she doesn't let up.

"Oh my God Alicia, I can't believe you're not telling me what happened," Ashley says, as we both start digging into the delectable pieces of grilled chicken and lamb over a bed of rice and onions. "I'm like your bestie and you can't even confide in me?"

Aw. Maybe she's right.

"Fine," I say, rolling my eyes. "He took me upstairs to his hotel room, okay?"

Fine?

That's the word I came up with?

Little does she know how much I'm so holding back. How last night was like...

"Fine?" Ashley asks in between mouthfuls. "Like Mr. Super Hot Billionaire and you end up having drinks at super chi-chi Upper East Side bar and all you can come up with is, 'he took you upstairs to his room'?"

The look of incredulity on her face is very, very real. It would probably be really like heart wrenching if she wasn't busy chewing mouthfuls of chicken.

"Okay, babe," I say to her, resigned to having to spill the beans, but also kinda relieved. "Yes, if you wanna know, we totally went to his room and fucked."

"I knew it!" Ashley exclaims with triumph. I don't know at what, but her eyes are twinkling. "Tell me everything!"

I guess I'm sorta glad that she gives me like a few seconds to scoop up as much food into my mouth as possible. I mean, she does the same thing.

Yeah, we really shouldn't be eating this. It's like fine now when we're young probably, but like in ten years this is going to be like the reason I have no thigh gap.

But in the meantime, what do I tell Ashley now?

"I mean," I start out not really sure what to say. "He pulled out his cock. He stuck it in my pussy. We came. You know, like sex."

Ashley rolls her eyes. "I mean, did he have a nice cock?" she asks me. "Was it big? OMG did it have tattoos?"

What the fuck? I'm not just thinking that, either.

"What the fuck?" I ask her. "Why would he tattoo his dick?"

"Was it big?" she keeps asking.

Oh my God it was so huge. I could bounce on that thing all day, you know? I dunno if I should tell Ashley that; I mean, she's my friend but I sound like such a slut when I think how much I can't stop thinking about his cock.

"Wow Alicia, just the starry look on your face tells me all I need to know," Ashley says, finishing up the last of her food and closing the container and still somehow staring at me. "You look like you just want to be such a slut for his cock."

I'm about to protest, but I look at the time. Shit. I have a meeting with Nadia.

"I gotta go, babe," I tell Ashley, finishing up the rest of my food in several quick gulps. Ashley looks a bit surprised.

"Hey Alicia, it's okay," she says. "I'm actually happy for you, babe. You know that right?"

I look over. There is genuine concern and care for me. We're like sisters. We may tease each other mercilessly, but at the end of the day, having Ashley in New York City makes the big city feel so much smaller.

"I know babe, but I have a meeting with my manager in like 5 minutes," I tell Ashley as I get up.

"Okay," she says. "Try to not think about billionaire cock all day, babe," she tells me and smirks. I guess that's her form of goodbye.

Whatever. My mind has already switched back into work mode as I cross the street toward where the Carter Jeffries headquarters sits.

I mean, I wonder why Nadia called me in for a meeting. I'm thinking about it every step of the way. Even in the elevator. And with each step to her office.

"Alicia, good you're here," Nadia says getting up from her desk when I step foot in her office. She walks over and closes the door as I sit down. "We only have half an hour so I'll keep this brief," she says.

I nod. Most internal meetings usually last for half an hour nowadays. Everyone is always so stressed out with too much to do.

"I know you've been...close...to Derek Lowell," Nadia starts and I look up at her with alarm. Is she going to chew me out for yesterday night? My heart starts to beat. Adrenaline starts coursing through my blood.

"And that's why I need you to work on a special project for me," Nadia finishes.

I look at her with curiosity. What could she want from me?

"There's a delicate situation with the Lowell accounts, and I need someone I can trust to do a line by line and thorough analysis on it," Nadia says.

I can't believe it.

Am I being given like more responsibility?

"This is a great deal more responsibility for you," Nadia says, almost reading my thoughts. "And it's very sensitive. You can't tell anyone what you're working on. Including Derek Lowell, himself."

I nod. A lot of things the company does are on a need to know business. I can handle that!

"Because of the higher level of access required, I'm promoting you from an Analyst to an Associate, effective immediately," Nadia says, her eyes twinkling. I sit there in shock as she continues. "HR will get all the paperwork by the end of the week and your new title will be effective in two weeks. I'm sure they'll have to bump your salary to match the promotion," she says.

All I can do is sit there and nod. Like an idiot. I mean, you're usually supposed to spend three years minimum as an Analyst before even being considered for a promotion. I've spent a year and a half.

"That's all," Nadia says. "Go celebrate for a few minutes. Call your folks if you want. Then get to work. And congratulations."

I walk out of Nadia's office in a daze at so much good karma happening.

I mean, the best sex of my life last night.

Promotion this afternoon.

What could possibly be next?