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Back in my office, I update Bridget on everything.
She holds my hand. “So, it’s official as in everyone knows?”
“Edwin wants to hold a staff meeting to tell everyone.” I flush.
My friend grabs my shoulders and squeals, jumping up and down. “This is amazing!”
I don’t refuse her excitement this time. I have nothing to hide, nothing to fear.
Edwin is mine. Now the world just needs to know.
“Hasn’t it been weird, though? Living with Nate?”
“Kind of? He’s sort of always preoccupied with PT, and he’s been working on applying for an MBA. Plus, he’s kind of always distracted by Laney…”
Bridget waggles her eyebrows. “His nurse? That’s hot.”
“Oh my god, you’re so gross.” I smack her on the arm.
Nate might be my ex-boyfriend, but he’s my current boyfriend’s son. And I’ve come to see him that way. Not as a son to me, but as someone in my life who is, in essence, not a sexual being.
Living together, while strange, has also done wonders for our relationship.
“I knew it would work out.” Bridget reminds me of that emoji with hearts for eyes.
I smile. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I have tosay everything between Edwin and me has felt inevitable. Everlasting.
I’m the most confident and optimistic about a relationship I've ever been.
“Now, tell me. About the sex.”
“I may have whisky in my system, but I’m gonna need a hell of a lot more before I give you details.”
Bridget pouts. “Fine. My place. Next week. You in?”
I grin. “Sure.”
Bridget eventually lets goof my ear, and, once I’m free, I head into The Underground. Quiet as usual.
Hazel is talking to the Dungeon Master. We greet each other with a hug. In my ear, she whispers, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
Once our relationship is public, we’ll have to be much coyer about using the facilities for our own pleasures.
I don’t care if Edwin’s the boss and there would be no way that punishment could be doled out by our HR department in the form of dismissals. My reputation and integrity matter to me. It’s what made me so good at the job in the first place.
However, seeing as we’re not public knowledge yet, I can let this one slide.
I go to room eleven, a lucky number. I rap on the door and Edwin’s deep timbre answers, “Come in.”
I touch the door handle.
Though it’s cold, it burns me, makes me realize just how much I need this. Need to be tamed. Need to be reminded who I belong to.
Who I will always belong to.
I step into the room, find Edwin in all his suited glory, only the buttons on his coat undone.
“I hope you haven’t broached the one drink limit.” I eye his whisky glass on one of the black trunks of toys, the brown liquor muddled with glass.
