I Wanna Sext You Up (Let's Talk About Sext) by Evie Claire

I Wanna Sext You Up (Let's Talk About Sext) by Evie Claire

Author:Evie Claire [Claire, Evie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2019-08-19T18:30:00+00:00


Chapter 18

Lorie

Lorie sat in her car in an office parking lot, trying to analyze sales data for her next call. Only she’d reread the row of numbers five times. And her brain wasn’t any closer to absorbing it than it had been on the first go-round.

She checked her phone. Nothing. Closed out every app. Waited. Nothing. Fired off a text to Liza just to be sure it was working.

Lorie: Have you called/texted today? My phone is acting weird.

Liza: Nope. My Monday is insane in the membrane!

Lorie: LOL. Me, too.

Okay, so it wasn’t her phone.

It was him.

Or was it her?

Thirty-six hours without contact and she was acting like a total weirdo-stalker.

He was working. He had patients to see. They were the priority during business hours. He’d made that clear. It was definitely her.

She calmed herself and turned back to her computer.

When her phone finally chimed, she startled, smacking her head against the window when she whipped around to check it.

Of course, it wasn’t him. Silly of her to even think it would be. Instead, she found a group text from her Durden teammates.

Quinn: You guys seen the sales numbers that just downloaded?

Allen: I’m looking at it right now.

Allen: Big bump. Who is it coming from?

Quinn: Digging right now.

Lorie: Downloading right now.

Kate: Stuck in an office.

Lorie activated her personal hotspot and logged in to Durden’s sales portal, downloading a waiting file. She drummed her nails nervously against the steering wheel as she waited. They were so close to posting sales numbers that would assure them access into the President’s Sales Circle. So close.

Lorie: Tell me again what we win if we’re #1?

Allen: Jamaica trip & $$$

Quinn: $25k bonus last year

Lorie: DAAAAAMN

Her computer chirped, signaling the completion of the file transfer. Lorie’s palms started sweating. What were the odds?

Lampalin, in addition to holding its normal numbers, had added roughly ten new prescriptions in their territory for the week. Sales numbers were delayed, which meant the recorded week was actually two weeks ago. Lorie’s mouth dried, and she swallowed against a sinking feeling.

Scrolling past the first few pages of doctors’ prescribing data on the alphabetical list, she went straight to the S’s, found Saam’s name, and clapped a hand over her mouth.

Shit.

Quinn: It’s Sherazi?

Allen: Dude wrote SEVEN new scripts last week.

Lorie: Wow.

Her fingers trembled as she typed.

Quinn: L, have you been able to see him again?

Lorie’s stomach flipped, and she swallowed at the sandpaper that had replaced her tongue.

Lorie: Yes. He’s a research-driven prescriber.

Allen: Well, he’s all yours. I’m banned.

Kate: I’m ignored

Quinn: I’m Voldemorted

Allen: L, if we don’t make Jamaica, it’s your fault.

Allen: LOL. JK

Allen: Srsly, tho. Keep it up.

Lorie stared at the name on her computer screen.

Dr. Saam Sherazi

Her stomach disappeared and her armpits dampened. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Lorie: I’ll do my best.

Breathe, she told herself, closing out her phone and letting her head fall against the headrest. Two weeks ago, when he’d written Lampalin, Saam was still a wet dream. Yes, she’d crossed about a million



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