Eric grinned. “If you have to put a label on it, I guess you can say I’m bi. I like guys—hell, I love Mike, I do. I love everything about him, every little thing, but women do turn me on. I like their hips, and breasts, and—”
“If you actually say the word,” Jenny interrupted, “does it count as sexual harassment in the workplace even though we’re at lunch?”
“I was going to say curves,” Eric told her. “Shelly was a mistake, okay? I know that now, and I’m in love with Mike, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still be attracted to women, too. Like you.”
Jenny felt her cheeks heat up. “What about me?”
“You’re cute,” Eric said, looking her over with an appraising eye. “Gorgeous head of hair, lovely eyes, very kissable mouth. I’ll admit I’ve wondered what you’d look like naked.”
Her blush deepened. “I’m pretty sure now that’s harassment.”
With a sexy smile, Eric purred, “Only if you don’t like it. I can take it back—”