There's a +1

The next morning, I find myself in the elevator with my co-worker Meghan, who greets me with a smile. The African-American woman was about my age but above my height. She had curves in all the right places, and would normally flaunt them in tight dresses when she'd go out.

"Hey Morgan." She says.

"Meghan."

"You know I've been wanting to talk with you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I thought we could hang out sometime? We haven't been out since my birthday."

"It has." It's also a pretty cloudy memory. I mean it must have been a good time, as I woke up naked in a hotel room surrounded by other naked people. I think there was five of us... Maybe six...

Meghan starts laughing. "What you doing this weekend?"

"Actually, I've got just the thing."

"Ohh, really?"

"My boy toy has a friend over and we were going to hang out this weekend."

"Ohh." Meghan's smile grows. "Guess we can just cut to the chase then?"

"Exactly."

We share a chuckle before Meghan says "Sure, I'm in."

"Perfect."

The elevator arrives, so we both say our goodbyes and head off to our separate offices. After greeting Sandy, I sit down at my desk and spend a few minutes to text Tom with the news.

'hey got a +1 for our weekend meet up'

'she hot?'

'of course'

I send a selfie I must've taken when I was hanging out on her birthday.

'mhmm, very sexy. cant wait to meet her'

'and I cant wait to introduce her'