of my chair, glad for the interruption.
It was Rose, and I spent the next half-hour helping her unload groceries and put them away.
Then I decided to be a total chickenshit. I headed out to the poolhouse to grab my purse and the car keys Cary gave me, and sent him a text.
Me: Running out for coffee. Will take the car. Be back soon.
I headed around the house, letting myself into the garage through the side door so I wouldn’t accidentally run into him in the foyer or anything. Obviously, I’d have to actually work with him at some point today. I just wasn’t ready to face him with my No, I totally didn’t watch you jack off last night poker face on.
Maybe caffeine would help.
There were three cars parked in the garage when I walked in. One was an old collector car, in mint condition, all peacock blue and chrome. There was also a dark gray SUV and a charcoal sedan. I pressed the unlock button on my key fob, and the sedan unlocked.
I went over and slid into the buttery leather seat. As I got acquainted with the controls, I wondered why Cary had given me this car instead of the older model SUV. I pulled out to the driveway, where I let the car run for a moment in case it hadn’t been driven in a long time. Then I opened the sunroof and got on my way.
Gliding along the leafy, beautiful streets of Shaughnessy and Kerrisdale on this gorgeous summer morning, I decided to go long. I wasn’t in any real hurry, and I was sure Cary wouldn’t mind. He said I could use the car anytime to get whatever I needed. So I looped around and headed over to Mount Pleasant to get us coffee at Nudge instead. I wondered if he’d ever had their coffee.
I figured I might as well. It was probably good for the car to put a few miles on, let it warm up and let the oil run through.
Damn, I could really get used to this.
I’d had some decent jobs with perks, but this one was something else.
Generous pay.
Sweet poolside accommodations.
Luxury car.
Plus, my boss was becoming juuust this side of too much to handle. I’d never crushed on a boss so hard and so damn fast.
Nice to me.
Super dreamy on the eyes.
Provides the hottest solo sex show I’ve ever seen…
And now I felt guilty.
I should’ve really stopped drooling over him and his amazing car and gotten back to work. But I kinda couldn’t believe this was suddenly my life.
Then it hit me—this wasn’t my life. This was his life.
And he wasn’t really living it.
When was the last time he’d driven this car? Or any of his cars?
When was the last time he’d cruised around his beautiful city and gone to the café?
It was fucking sad, that he didn’t get to feel this. This freedom. The sun on his face. The breeze in his hair.
And the true enjoyment of reaping the rewards of all that hard work he did.
I managed to fly through the rest of the day on the wings of my ongoing caffeine buzz—after the café drinks ran dry, I made us two pots of coffee—and diving deep into my work.
My most pressing mission was to get on top of Cary’s email correspondence, since ninety-nine percent of the “correspondence” seemed to go one-way—into his inbox, where it died of neglect. My first task was sorting through the unopened emails, which would probably take days. I’d decided to sort them in three rounds. One: delete everything unopened that was over two months old. This actually took a hell of a long time, since he had tens of thousands of unopened emails. Two: delete all spam and anything else that was impersonal. Three: go through everything that was left and sort it into two groups, one being “ask Cary about this” and the other being “reply on Cary’s behalf.”
Meanwhile, I was constantly distracted by the man sitting on the other side of the very small room.
Wondering what he was working on. Wondering what he was up to when he was in the other room. Wondering if he was looking at me.
Wondering how many other times since he met me that he might’ve brought himself to orgasm while thinking about me.
You know, just the important stuff.
I knew he was wondering about me, too, because on a pretty regular basis he’d fire random questions at me out of nowhere. This went on pretty much