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“I’ve finally done it, Em.”
Even as I say it, I’m still not sure whether I’m about to tell my best friend that I’ve handed over my v-card, or that I’ve just applied for my dream job.
“Done what?”
I’m on my lunch break and I’ve wandered down to sit by the river, to make sure I’m not overheard by one of my work colleagues. Emma and I have sent a barrage of messages since I got back from Hawaii, but we’re overdue for a phone call. “I’ve applied for a job. It’s in New York.”
“Yes! My bestie’s moving in with me!”
“I’m not moving in with you.” Emma lives with two other roommates in a tiny two bedroom in Greenwich Village. She’s always telling me how cramped their apartment is and the only reason she’s still sane is because she has her own bedroom and if she stands on a chair she can see a small piece of the Chrysler building from her small single window.
I want to tell her everything, but how do I do that without sounding clinically insane? It’s easier to start with the job. Then I’ll casually drop it into conversation that I had my brains fucked out by the hottest man on the planet.
“When are you coming?” she asks. “And why are you leaving a very good job after only a few months that, even last week, you were extremely excited about?”
“I don’t even have an interview yet. But you know it’s always been my dream to move to New York. And the timing feels right. What’s that old saying?: ‘nothing changes unless something changes’?”
Emma laughs. “I’m in the middle of a badly-realized zombie apocalypse, Dust. That’s a little too deep for me right now.” Emma works as a book editor for a publishing imprint that specializes in science fiction and fantasy. “If this is what you learned at the conference you should demand your money back.”
“I think it was my mom who said that, actually.”
“Well, I guess it’s good advice. Have you told her you’re moving?”
“You’re the first person I’ve told, actually. But she’ll be cool with it if it gets me closer to where I want to be.”
My mom has always supported my dreams, and she knows better than anyone that I’m driven to succeed. She’s the most encouraging person I know. It’s why she never complains about working two jobs if it means Sky is one step closer to her big break.
But I know my mom and sister will both be surprised—and sort of devastated—when I tell them I’m leaving. I didn’t really plan to look for something so soon, but being back in Austin after the whirlwind of my Hawaii trip has been harder than I expected.
It’s been two weeks and I think about Ace constantly. I thought that once I was back in the office, all replays of Ace tongue-fucking me in his penthouse suite would stop, but it’s a hundred times worse. It’s like he’s infiltrated my brain completely with all the things he freaking did to me and I’m powerless to do anything about it.
The amount of times a day I think about Ace…about his mouth on mine…his rough fingers teasing my nipples…his greedy tongue licking my clit…his gigantic, glorious cock forcing its way inside me…and about how much I sort of wish we could have had a little more time together are making me wonder if I’ve somehow managed to become a sex-addict after one single night with the perfect man.
I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on, all this time.
It’s wildly distracting.
Maybe everyone feels like this. Do they? How does anyone ever get anything done?
What else am I missing out on?
This question, more than anything, is why I need a change. Besides, my company is already discussing other conferences. And the same one, for next year. I know if I stick around here, I’ll be desperate to go to Hawaii again, just on the off chance he might be there. And that’s ridiculous.
One night. No strings. No names. That was our deal.
No doubt Ace moved on with his life by the time I’d boarded my flight. He’ll be back in Connecticut with his supermodel girlfriend or something. Or he’s fishing at some other newbie conference as we speak.
The job alert for the position in New York landed in my inbox two days ago. It seemed like a sign.
“So, when’s the interview?” Emma asks.
“If I get selected, it’ll be in two weeks. I’m thinking that, even if I don’t get shortlisted for this one, I’ve got a week of leave accumulated since I’ve been working overtime. I’m going to try to set up some interviews. New York is where I want to be.”
“Wow, girlfriend. I mean, you’ve always been so focused, but I’m totally digging this whole new balls-to-the-wall energy. What’s changed?”
I bite my lip, preparing to tell Emma I’ve had a sexual awakening that’s changed my life. She’s going to go ballistic when she hears this. She’s also going to kill me because that was now two weeks ago and I still haven’t told her.
I don’t know why.
