Gross.

You quickly grab your phone and, unsurprisingly, you have a number of texts from Chris asking if you need to get picked up for brunch. "Oh, sorry... Chris&Jeff are already on their way. Tyler told them I was here." You offer Trevor a sad smile and a quick kiss on his cheek before getting out of bed and straightening your clothes. "Are we still on for a job interview?" you ask cheerfully.

"Well, we'll be finishing your interview," he smiles lewdly, then laughs. "Yeah, I'll text you Monday when I'm in the office. We can hang out after if you want, too."

You grin, "I just may...", then you wave goodbye and head out of his bedroom. You hear Trevor groan longingly over your shoulder as you close his door.

Tyler is up and observes you blankly over the top of his cup of coffee from his breakfast nook. You roll your eyes with a silent look of disgust. You look back at Trevor's bedroom door, then to Tyler and mouth "NO" while shaking your head. He looks back at you with a look of skepticism, then relaxes and gives you a thumbs up. He gestures for you to wait and quickly finishes his coffee.

You watch him curiously as he produces a small vial of breath spray and approaches you. You open your mouth obediently, and he spritzes you. "There. Ready for brunch?" he asks assertively.

"Oh, yeah," you reply with a small nervous chuckle, and you both head out. You're silent until you get into the elevator. "He stole that guy from you, didn't he?"

Tyler snorts. "I don't get mad about someone stealing wilted flowers."

You snort a laugh back. "Don't worry, he didn't enjoy it. The guy fell asleep. I woke up to Trevor giving him head. The guy kinda freaked when he woke up and left in a hurry. It was super creepy, but I pretended to sleep and he mostly left me alone. It was just a little bit funny."

"Such a shame. No sugar for anyone last night." Tyler smiles sardonically. "You didn't have to sleep with the sexual predator, y'know." He looks up at the ceiling in mock innocence.

"Well, now I can be a cautionary tale for other innocent girls," you quip back.

"Yeah, you are kinda innocent, aren't you?" he gives you another odd but approving appraisal before exiting his building out into the bright late morning light. "You're welcome back, whenever. And there won't be any sexual ****, next time, unless you ask nicely." He gives you a non-committal wink before flagging down a taxi.

You've definitely got a juicy mean story to tell at brunch, and just maybe... a new possibility to explore.

END :)