19. Is this what you wanted?
Michelle
The rest of the night passes with laughter and anecdotes shared with my friends. Although our boss is a pleasant man, the atmosphere changes when he's not around. Everything becomes more relaxed, less formal.
'Someone didn't want to go," Vero whispers with a mischievous smile, low enough for only me to hear.
Heat rises to my cheeks. Just imagining that others might hear her insinuations makes me suddenly nervous.
"If he didn't want to go, he wouldn't have," I responded with seeming calm. "Besides, we're here to have fun."
Vero shrugs, saying nothing more, but her expression tells me she hasn't bought my argument.
Around one in the morning, we decided to call it a night and head back. We walked back to our room together, supporting each other whi
