Chapter Thirty Eight

Rory’s POV

Luna's cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and a tinge of frustrated anger that flickers across her face, as she raises her gaze to mine, ‘I don’t even warrant a crude nickname.’ She grumbles with a self depreciating laugh, ‘how sad is that? I’m so lame that even my sexist boss doesn’t think I’m worthy to objectify.’

Celeste snorts angrily, pointing the straw from her empty glass at the mousy haired woman, ‘you are not Lame’ she tells her firmly.

Now it’s Luna’s turn to snort, but this is more disbelief than anything as she waves a hand down herself, ‘come on, even I know I’m a frumpy wallflower. . . What? What are you staring at?’ she asks as Celeste studies her sternly.

The sassy brunette leans in toward the other woman who shrinks back slightly, he……