Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Hate Christmas

“Oh, there you are! Just in time, too. Come to my office.”

Nick and I were sitting on the plush sofa, pizza in one hand and drink in the other. While we were discussing his wired situation with Tim, Dr. Julian startled us.

“Dr. Julian! We were just…” I stammered and set my slice of pizza down, embarrassed. We were still on the clock after all. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for Nick and I to be lounging in the break room right now.

“No worries. It’s the holiday season. I’d expect you all to relax a little. “Dr. Julian smiled and rubbed his belly. “I’m not as strict as David is.

We both nodded in agreement.

The whole lab knew David for his staunch self-discipline. He was always the first to arrive at work and the last to leave, and that wasn’t where his hard work ended. Recently, everyone’s been talking about his workout routine. One of the

researchers who stayed until 5 in the morning heard David working out in the gym. No one ever used that facility, so the poor man thought the building was haunted.

To be honest, I thought David belonged on Wall Street, not in our stuffy old lab.

Dr. Julian was very different from David. He was an old Englishman with a wholesome love for life. The first time I met him, he invited me to enjoy the rose teas made by his wife.

Outside of the lab, he’d frequently indulge in rose teas and cherry wood wines. It was a less rigid sort of refinement.

A while ago, Nick had told me that Dr. Julian’s wife was actually a drama and literature professor at Oxford, so all of the lovely cookies and rich teas that Julian occasionally brought to the office were handmade by him. Nick also told me that Julian owns a huge estate in England. Apparently, he even had a horse racing track on the property!

I realized why Julian

us enough independence to explore on our own. With that freedom, I initially started exploring human-computer interactions in the first year of my PhD, but I eventually found a new goal

about

Christmas?” Dr. Julian smiled as he handed out a round of his ‘wife’s’ bear paw cookies. His question

No, no, no… Please…

his next

week, so the entire lab will be closed. I hope you

I sighed.

problem with Dr. Julian was that he had no

the same age as David, but David’s annual publishing count was several times more than our entire lab combined. There was even a senior researcher in our lab who hadn’t met the graduation requirement after working under Julian for 10 years. There was no structure

course, if I was a tenured professor with a racetrack in my backyard, I wouldn’t be so strict either. I’d be content to just enjoy life by baking

still

G*d, I hate Christmas!

a standstill, and now that the lab is officially on holiday leave, I can say goodbye to any progress. I would have to prepare fresh samples and start my experiments from the very beginning

I still had a

was my fault for spending so much of my time putting my social life before my

tapped me on the shoulder. “Do you wanna get some

I need to get back to my lab and finish

“How about with marshmallows?”

Yes.” I

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