jump in my chair and answer hurriedly. I know it’s him calling.
“Mr. Silvers, I’m sorry for being late,” I speak feverishly into the phone.
“I’d like my coffee and breakfast now,” he says and puts down the phone. He has chosen to ignore my apology; neither is he angry about it. He’s acting like nothing has changed, while I feel like my whole world has been turned over.
He has touched me in ways nobody else ever has. How am I supposed to just forget about it?
I look up and find him writing at his desk. I can’t look away from him. I wish he wasn’t my boss. I wish this job meant nothing to me. I wish he had never dated Blaire. Then I would walk right into his office now and demand that he kiss me.
That’s not going to happen. I should just get on with my work instead.
Blaire and I decide to meet up for dinner a few nights later, and I have tried my best to get out of it. I tried to come up with as many excuses as I could think of, but she wasn’t having any of them.
Eventually, I had to agree to meet her tonight. We haven’t been hanging out as much since I got this job, and I feel like I need to show her my gratitude. Not to mention the fact that I am also bathed in guilt.
I arrive at the restaurant early. Blaire has made a reservation for us, so I take the table to wait for her. In the meantime, I receive another text from Chase. I haven’t heard from him in a few days, and I’ve been hoping he’s given up.
Hey! Just checking in again. Hope the new job is going well and they’re not working you to the bone.
I guess it’s sweet of him to be concerned. I’m not sure what to think anymore because my judgment is so clouded by my recent experience with Kirk. He has been pretty much ignoring me around the office and acting like nothing has changed between us. I am just happy to receive some form of acknowledgment from somebody. Even if it is just an ex.
I’m doing fine. Working just the right amount.
I reply to Chase, and my phone dings again.
Exactly what I want to hear. I hope you haven’t forgotten about meeting up with me. All you have to do is give me a date and a time. I’ll show up.
I know I shouldn’t be feeling thrilled at receiving this text from him. When we broke up, things turned pretty nasty between us, to say the least.
Chase was the one who suggested we go our separate ways if we weren’t going to have sex. I told him I wouldn’t be emotionally blackmailed into sleeping with him. That is not how our sexual relationship should begin. He was acting stubborn, and so was I.
I had to do something, so I told him it was over. Maybe he wasn’t expecting me to actually walk out on him. I called his bluff, and he took offense at that. He blamed me for being uptight and stuck-up, that I was going to ruin every possible relationship in my life because of my attitude.
I made a promise to myself to never lower my standards for a man. So why am I even entertaining Chase’s texts now? I should ignore him. Maybe I’m just curious to know what he has to say. Why he’s reaching out to me now, out of the blue.
“Lost in thought again?” Blaire’s chuckling voice snaps me out of it, and I look up at her smiling face.
She takes the chair across from me, flipping her shining hair over her shoulders.
“Tell me everything, Kim. I want to know exactly what’s going on with you,” she says, and even though she’s smiling, I can feel myself sinking.
In the past hour and a half, I have come so close to just telling Blaire everything. My crush on Kirk. How he ignores me. How he tried to get rid of me once and then our tumble in the conference room. Well, it was more than just a tumble. He pulled my panties down and put his mouth between my legs while I moaned and rolled my hips with pleasure.
At that thought, I am forced to press my thighs together as I sit there at the restaurant table.
Blaire seems to be in a chirpy mood. She has been telling me the latest about what’s happening at