At least it hadn't been his idea. It was all Lisa; Greg had just gone along with it, because she was so damn hard to say no to. He always hated to disappoint those breasts. He could feel their coldness toward him whenever he did.
If there were one thing Greg shared a biting love/hate relationship with, it would be cold breasts.
It was fun while it lasted. But he knew even before anyone was naked that it would be awkward, especially for Thirteen.
Dr. Hadley.
Remy.
He had actually slipped up that night, once, and called her Thirteen. The glare he received was cute, but not worth the blazing discomfort he'd caused. Which, come to think of it, was kind of how the whole night went.
He never actually thought he'd get the chance to sleep with Thirteen, so that was a pleasant surprise. But her body didn't make up for the fact that she worked for him. And while it was fun to see Lisa with a woman, it was less fun that he had to work with said woman the next day. And even less fun that said woman also worked for his girlfriend.
Back on the positive side, the look on Wilson's face had been priceless.
And the most important thing was that Lisa enjoyed herself. Greg supposed that it would be hard not to enjoy oneself under the tongue of a lady so practiced as Thirteen. Lisa had never squirmed so much for his own tongue. But then again, as much as he loved her, he didn't hide his excitement for the main event. For Thirteen, this was the main event.
He had to wonder why Thirteen had agreed in the first place.
The vanity in him toyed with the possibility that Thirteen had a crush on him. But her workplace behavior suggested otherwise, and furthermore, she would not have done such a good number on Lisa if she had just wanted him.
Eventually, he settled on the probability that it was just her disease. She knew that time was running out, so she did crazy stuff. Like drugs and sleeping with women. And dating Foreman. This was just one more desperate stunt - sleeping with her boss, and having a wild threesome. Two birds, one night.
He had convinced himself, long ago, that he was different. And he was - because he wasn't dying. But his chronic pain wasn't going anywhere, and it seemed like his life wasn't either. It was the same sabotage, the same alienation, the same blasé act.
But Greg didn't want to think on that. He flicked on the computer. All that porn won't download itself.