Yeah, I liked ita lot.
Stepping out of the shower, I rubbed myself down with a towel and crept back into the room. The guys were still sleeping, so I pulled on some clothes and wrote them a quick note on the fridge about heading to the office.
The world felt the same, yet different. The wild thing was roaming free inside of me, her carnal appetite sated by last night, but only for a time.
An unwelcome pang of guilt hit me when I stopped at a light. I couldn’t even pinpoint what I felt guilty about. It just felt wrong to feel this content with how the situation was playing out.
Don’t you think you deserve some happiness?The wild thing asked.
Of course, I do. I thought I’d be happy when I got the promotion, and the raise, and moved to a new apartment. But I haven’t done any of those things yet.
The wild thing laughed.Don’t be arrogant. You can’t think your way to happiness. You can only feel it when it comes.
It made sense, but no matter how hard I tried to push the guilt away, it still lingered at the back of my mind.
When I entered Hyperion’s lobby, Jenny from the reception collided into me.
“Crap, Molly! So sorry.”
“That’s okay,” I said, steadying her by her elbow. Unfortunately, the stack of papers she was balancing under her arm went flying across the floor.
She bent down to collect them. “Crazy day as usual. Between greeting clients and helping organize the event this week, I can barely find time to go to the bathroom.”
I kneeled down to help her, noting the dark bags under her eyes. “Can I help with anything?”
“Do you happen to know anyone in our artist pool willing to participate in the upcoming dyslexia awareness week? Trevy just dropped out—he’s going in for emergency vocal cord surgery this Friday, so he won’t be able to speak for two weeks. I’m looking for someone to fill in for him. It’s been a nightmare trying to find anyone on such a short notice.” She wiped her brow.
What were the chances? Mason was the perfect candidate although I had no idea if he would be interested in this. “What exactly is the event?”
“We’re recording a set of interviews for our YouTube channel where the artists talk about their own experience with dyslexia or about someone close to them. Did you know a lot of famous musicians are actually dyslexic? Few people do, so the idea of the interviews is to raise awareness. Colin’s oldest son is dyslexic so it’s a cause that’s personal to him.”
Colin was one of the highest-tenured partners at Hyperion, a surprisingly down-to-earth middle-aged guy who liked to surprise the office with ice cream on Fridays.
“When is it?” I asked.
“We’ve already started filming the interviews. The video will be posted sometime next week.”
We stood up, having finally collected all the papers off the ground. I smiled at Jenny. “Let me think about it. If I find anyone, I’ll let you know right away.”
“Thanks, Molly. Oh, by the way, Trinity is already in her office.”
My brows rose. “This early?”
“Yeah. She got here even before me.”
I gulped. “I should hurry then.”
Trinity was sitting behind her desk furiously typing something on her laptop when I walked in. She glanced at me. “Sit. I need a minute.”
I obeyed and fidgeted with my thumbs while I waited for her to wrap up whatever she was doing. She looked a bit chaotic, as if she’d been wired on caffeine from the moment she woke up.
After one loud clack of the enter button, her gaze found me.
“Take a look.” She spun the laptop so that the screen faced me.
In less than half a second, I turned beet red. I was looking at a picture of me sitting on top of Mason while Kaz gripped me by my hair. Oh my God. I could see a very prominent vein in Mason’s neck as he pressed his fingers into my thigh. This was way too high def.
“Umm.” Would it be okay for me to say no comment?
