“Knock, knock.” My bedroom door opens as I look up from the laptop I’ve been trying to send an email on for the last four hours.

D walks in and jumps on my bed, kicking her shoes off.

“Where’ve you been all day?” I ask, pressing the backspace key.

She plays with her dark-brown ringlets. “Sav called early this morning, she’s having problems with Trent again.” She rolls her eyes. “A smart one my big sister is not.”

“I don’t see why she didn’t get rid of him years ago,” I say absentmindedly, glancing back at my laptop screen. D’s sister has a kid with a total douchewad that’s been messing them around for years.

“Yeah, me neither. Anyway, what you up to?”

“I’m about to send an email of impending doom to my boss asking if I still have a job to go back to tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you just wait until tomorrow? March in there with your head held high, not your tail between your legs. He’s the one in the wrong.”

I mull it over. I know I did nothing wrong, but I can’t help worrying. I need this job. It’s a stepping stone to bigger and better things.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth before clicking off my email, deciding D is right and to let sleeping dogs lie.

D moves over on the bed as I stand, flopping down beside her, an arm over my eyes. “How are you so bubbly anyway? I swear there’s a tiny man bouncing around in my head.”

She chuckles. “It’s a shame there’s not a hot man bouncing around in your bed. Who the freaking eff was that delicious specimen?”

“I erm… remember Dark and Broody?”

I pull my arm away from my face as she sits up. “Shut up! If one of them looks like that I have to know what the other looks like! He was a walking wet dream.”

“Tell me about it,” I mumble, thinking about how weird he left things.

I never thought I’d see Kai or Zander again, never mind seek them out for another night of raunchy sex in my self-induced, drunken state.

“Seriously, if he has friends you need to introduce me.”

I chuckle. “I’ll be sure to pass on the message if I ever see him again.”

“No, no, no. There’ll be no if. You’re not letting someone who looks like that get away.”

“D, it was one night with two guys. Not just him.”

She shrugs. “And? I don’t see any of my one-night stands being my knight in shining armor and turning up at my door to check if I’m alright the next day.”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. I have nothing to say back because she’s right. When have any of my drunken fumbles ever checked in on me after I’d technically stalked them?

I groan. “What the hell happened last night? You were supposed to be taking care of me.”

“I did! You were on top form, my friend. Seven tequilas down and you were asking anyone in sight if they’d ever had a threesome.”

I pull a pillow over my face, a muffled, “Fuck’s sake,” coming out of my mouth.

“Then you made me ride halfway across the city in a cab to shout up at a skyscraper.”

“I got that bit out of Zander. Didn’t realize you were there though.” She grins mischievously. “What?” She pulls out her cell from her pocket. “You didn’t!”

“Oh, I did.” She pulls up a video and I watch between gaps in my fingers, horrified.

D is hanging out of the cab window, recording me shouting up at the building. I hear my slurred voice shout, “Zander! Let me in, she isn’t done with you!” as I point to my crotch.

“Oh my God! I did not just call my vagina a she!” I squeal, seeing the doorman of the building walking over to me.

After a slurred conversation as I sway side to side, I begin shouting Zander’s name again. Not Kai—Zander.

Why? He doesn’t even live there, except I guess I didn’t seem to care last night.

The video stops as the doorman helps me back into the cab. “I can’t believe you recorded that.”

“I’m collecting videos for your thirtieth birthday party in five years, you know that.”

I give her the stink eye. “You dare.”

She winks at me. “Or what?”

I sit up. “Do you realize how many stories and photos I have of you?”

She shrugs. “Do it. I’m unflappable.”

I chuckle. “Unflappable?”

“You know I’d dance naked down the sidewalk and not bat an eyelid. I can’t be embarrassed, unlike you.”

She clicks play on the video again and I groan. “I’m an idiot. They wanted one night of unadulterated sex with me and I go all stalker on their asses.”

She stands, walking toward the door. “Well, at least you won’t have to see them again.”

Thank God for small miracles.