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Chapter Twenty-Four
Mia
I entered my apartment and locked both the doorknob and the deadbolt. I normally did this, being a single woman living alone. But tonight, it felt like if I locked them both fast enough, no one would get in. Well, not just anyone—Terry. I needed to keep Terry out.
I sank down to the floor, my back guiding my way. What had happened?Had I really let him fuck me at work? I’d never look at that table the same way again.
But, oh my God, did it feel good. That man certainly knew what he was doing. He always had, that much I could remember. But tonight, it felt different. More primal. There was such an urgency in the way he took me. I liked it.
I wanted to do it again.
And again.
And again.
I laughed out loud; my odd, out-of-place laughter being the only sound in the apartment. I had to get off this floor, get a shower, and eat some dinner. But washing his scent off me wasn’t something I wanted to rush.
So I didn’t.
I busied myself with heating up a microwave meal. I figured it was better than cereal, and I didn’t have the energy or headspace to make something. My mind was still back in that room, remembering the way he’d slid in and out of me. The tender yet strong way he’d held onto me while he took me.
The microwave dinged, signally that my dinner was ready. I retrieved it, then poured myself a glass of wine. I was so tired, and I just wanted to relax for a bit, veg out, and enjoy my dinner, so I went into the living room and switched on the TV.
I watched reality shows as I ate and sipped on my wine. My phone ringing in the distance pulled me out of my daze. I wasn’t at all surprised to find that the caller ID read “Terry.”
To be honest, I was expecting this call.
“Hello,” I said into the phone, taking a long gulp of wine.
“Hey, pretty lady. How are you this evening?” The charmer was out to play.
“I’m doing well, sir. And how are you?” I asked, playing his game.
He chuckled on the other end of the line. “Are we going to play in the dark, or should we actually talk about what happened between us?”
“Getting right to the point, are we? Here I thought you would ease me into this conversation.”
“I didn’t ease myself into you tonight, from what I remember. I rammed in there as quickly as I could.”
Wine spit out of my mouth at his admission. “Terry,” I cried out.
“I remember that. Yep, you definitely called out for me like that,” he teased.
I shook my head, laughing along with him. “Yes, I believe I did.”
“You okay?” he asked, his tone growing serious.
“I am.” I was actually surprised by how ‘okay’ I was with what had just happened. I wasn’t freaking out now like I had when we first parted. The walk home had helped clear my head. I realized it was inevitable, what had happened between us tonight. We had been dancing around it since he got here.
“Good, I’m glad. I thought maybe I freaked you out a bit,” he admitted. “I wasn’t even sure you’d pick up when I called you tonight.”
“I don’t think we should have sex at my office. But I think that, you and me, the sex we just had...it was inevitable. Ever since that night you held me on the dance floor”—I paused, taking a sip of my drink and letting him process that—“and the way you held me. The ease in which we fell back into old patterns when you showed me your apartment. I couldn’t fight you anymore.”
“What does this mean, Mia? Are you saying we’re back together?” He sounded so hopeful.
I hated the hope in his voice. I had to kill it.
“No, this means we can see where this could go. But I can’t just jump back in with you. You hurt me when you left. I still don’t understand why you left me. I’m not yours again, but I want you back in my life.” I knew I wasn’t explaining it very well. I felt bad about that because I didn’t even really understand it myself.
