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God, I want her the more and more I think about it.
I’m done playing this game. I know what I want and I’m used to getting it. My eyes are on Carter as I grab my phone. I need to see her.
Five
Bree
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I left in the middle of the night. Afraid to face Smith in the morning. Smith. Last night was beyond words. It was sensual and surreal. It was something I’d been wanting for some time.
Of course, I felt it was a teenage crush. Something he would never even think about. Or actively pursue. I’d seen the way he would stare at me late at night, but I never imagined it would ever happen.
I dreamed it would. Even fantasized by touching myself late at night in my bed. He was always first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I lay my head down at night. He really is such a good man. The way he is with his son, well, it makes me swoon.
On my way home in the wee hours of the morning, I tried to talk myself out of the feelings beginning to take root deep inside me. I tried to make me forget about all the late night chats him and I would have discussing poetry, or pottery. We would discuss everything and anything.
This wasn’t anything to him. It was one night, and I’m sure he’s already regretting everything. I pull up to my tiny apartment complex and hop out of my two-door Sedan. Julia, my roommate and best friend, should be up and getting ready for school at this hour. My classes start a bit later, so I usually miss her in the mornings.
I walk inside, tossing my keys on the entryway table by the front door. I lean my body back against the white door, and scream a happy squeal. Julia rushes out of the bathroom, a red towel wrapped around her long torso.
“Is everything alright?” she asks.
“Everything’s perfect. Well, kind of. It happened.” I smile, wide.
Her eyes grow huge, and she comes closer to me, stepping over all the books and magazines in the middle of the floor. Most likely left there from her late-night studying. “It it?”
“Yes. Smith and I had sex.” My grin is too big, my own face can barely contain it.
She covers her mouth, her towel slipping a little and she adjusts it higher. “Are you freaking kidding me? Oh, wow. How was it?”
“Insane,” I say, kicking off the door and moving further into the apartment, tossing my purse on the purple couch we got at a thrift store.
Julia glances down at her towel. “Come to my room and tell me. I need to get dressed.”
I follow her, recounting my whole night with Smith Prince. The way he held me close. His tender touch. His naughty words. Everything, I leave nothing out.
She hangs on my every word, and I can’t believe it’s all real either. She smiles as I tell her how I feel about him. It makes my chest heavy thinking about it. But, I’m an adult now. I need to act like one. Sleeping with my boss is something I should have never done, and I have to accept the consequences. I quit my job.
I love Carter. I love working for Smith. And I need the money. School and rent are expensive. I can not afford to be without a job right now, but I walked out. My resolve strengthens when I decide I will act like an adult and behave accordingly. Start looking for another job. And, for God’s sake turn off my feelings for the gorgeous man with the dark hair and dark eyes that keep me company at night.
Julia leaves for school, and after a long, hot shower, I get ready to head off to class. I throw on my jeans and a little white babydoll tee, tossing my hair into a ponytail and I head off out the door.
Right when I step on campus, my phone chimes. Five words in a text from Smith stare back at me:
I need to see you.
I fire off a rapid message about being busy with school and send it off, worried I may be overreacting. I will have to eventually see him again to get my last paycheck.
Halfway through my first class, my mind is a mess of broken thoughts about Smith. I send another text:
When?
Within a few minutes, he answers.
My place tonight.
My chest heats up, and a smile travels all over. As much as I want to push him away and pretend I don’t care, I can’t. It’s obvious. But, then, I worry. What is this about?
The rest of my day is spent in misery with looming thoughts of Smith tossed aside. Not having money for bills, and possibly having to call my parents and beg for some money until I can get a new job.
