I stood near the door to the cafeteria to wait for Lance and checked my email and voice mail. During the half hour before he arrived, I felt eyes on me and heard whispers as people walked by. I was sure the rumor mill already knew who I really was and everybody wanted to see for themselves. Whatever. I didn’t let it get to me, and soon, I felt a warm, familiar body slide next to mine.
Lance leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Do you have any idea how much I want to lay you bare and f**k you right now? You rock the hell out of Armani, baby. Seriously.”
As we were in public, I simply said, “I know,” and turned to walk with him to get our lunch. I encountered my former boss working the buffet counter. When I asked for spaghetti and meatballs, he looked up at my voice and his mouth resembled a
