I turned and walked to the side door. I unlocked it and made my way to the office, waiting to hear the door slam behind me. When it didn’t, I looked back and saw Chuck holding it open.
“Need something?” I asked.
He shut the door and sauntered toward me. “You haven’t said a word beyond a cursory greeting since I got back. Everything okay with you?”
“Oh, sure,” I lied and continued on to my work area. I sat behind my desk and opened the laptop. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chuck leaning against the doorframe. “Anything else?”
“What’s wrong, Evan?”
“I told you. Nothing. I’m fine.” I logged into my email account to check for messages. “I’m kind of busy—”
He cut me off. “You know, when you said we should break off having sex, I was surprised, but not too worried since I thought we’d still talk and be friends. That’s not happening, though, is it? Is that all I was to you? The chance to fuck a rock star?” He sounded hurt, and I couldn’t have that.