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God, it’d be so easy, too. Give in to the temptation. Let myself have the release that’s been haunting me since the day she set foot in my office.
But I know if I do that, I’ll want more. I won’t want to just satisfy myself with my hand. I’ll want to be inside her, stroking her walls with my cock. Making her?—
Woah, woah, woah. Easy there, cowboy.
Busting unprotected got me into this situation to begin with. Even if I can’t remember that I did it, much less with whom.
Point is, this is definitely not a good idea to let out of hand. But there’s still that niggling little voice in the back of my head.
You wanted her from the start.
Things have changed since then, though. Coach leveling me with the credible threat of dropping my ass hadn’t been in play back at the beginning. The question that remains is pretty straightforward.
What’s more important, Reese…
Your dick or your career?
20
OLIVIA
My day off does not bring peace. Why not? Great question.
Is it because I have mountains of housework to do? Nope. I handled the worst of the deep cleaning before my first week was over. All I have is laundry and the usual upkeep.
Is it that I have to cook and I don’t want to? Not at all. A pre-made frozen lasagna from my grandmother’s recipe comes in clutch when I’m coming back home after several days gone and I can’t be bothered to cook, let alone clean up my kitchen after making the mess.
No, the problem is that I’m miles away from Reese Dalton…
And I cannot stop thinking about him.
I should be disgusted with him. Any sane woman would be. Who in their right mind spies on someone in the shower and then teases them over it? None of my past employers, not even Eric, ever caught me in such a position.
The smart thing to do would be to file a complaint. Haven’t I learned my lesson? I need paper trails. Evidence. A clear track record of offenses.
The only problem?
I liked the way he looked at me.
It’s insane. Beyond insane, actually. There’s gotta be something wrong with me. A wire that wasn’t properly attached in my brain. Because instead of being furious that he saw me, all I felt that night was a deep ache down to my core that I couldn’t satisfy.
It just made me think of my dream.
OLIVIA: Hey Q. I think I made a mistake.
Quinn is gonna kill me, I know she is. I send the message anyway. I’m not going to get a better second opinion anywhere else, and I know at the very least, she’ll be honest with me.
QUINN: wym?
I type out several messages, then end up backspacing on all of them. I’m this close to admitting all of it in a frantic rush, but at the last second, I change course.
OLIVIA: Reese is kind of a dick. He’s got an attitude and he doesn’t bother to take care of Violet.
OLIVIA: Like, yes, it’s MY job.
OLIVIA: But… idk. he’s a nightmare with a capital N.
I fire the message off, but guilt pools in my stomach. I reread the line about him not taking care of Violet. It’s true; he doesn’t. Does that mean that he doesn’t care about his daughter? Overbearing asshole that he is, the way he reacted when it came to the blinds and not wanting the paparazzi to know about her because of what they would say…
