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“I’m going to fucking fire him.”
“Now wait just a minute, James, we can’t just fire the guy.”
“Why the hell not? He pulls this kind of stunt and we sure as shit are going to fire his ass. Disgusting, nosy piece of shit.”
“Because,” David snaps back at him, “We have to follow proper protocol. The last thing we need is to be hit with a wrongful termination suit. Plus, we’re gonna need some solid proof anyway. The law works both ways, and like the cops told Lily; we need proof because right now, all he is, is some annoying jerk who works here.”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”
David looks at me then, and his face is gentler. “I’m going to talk to him about leaving you alone, though. This can’t keep happening.”
“Thank you.”
I say my goodbyes to them both and leave the office to let them do their work, and I head to my space to do mine. Not that it’s much use though, because all day I’m distracted and can barely focus on a thing. Between this bullshit with Jeff and whatever is going on between me and my bosses, my head is a mess. I’ve never felt like this before. It feels like I’m falling in love with two men at once, which don’t get me wrong, it’s amazing. But at the same time, it feels like I’m being disloyal to Michael. Sure, he might be gone, but feelings are complicated.
On top of all that, I’m terrified of getting hurt again. I’m only just now feeling like I’m over things and getting back to a good place in my life, and why would I want to mess that up? Ugh, why did things have to be so hard? No, I’m not letting things get complicated. Things with James and David are fun, but they’re just that; fun. Just sex, no strings attached.
Do I believe it? No, but that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself in an attempt to make it real. Sort of a “fake it till you make it” kind of deal.
Though, I certainly didn’t need to fake anything with David and James.
Enough of that.
After work I get home and pour myself a glass of wine, deciding that a relaxing night in is exactly what I need to calm down and feel less stressed. No sooner do I sit down and bring the glass to my lips though, my phone rings. I roll my eyes feeling annoyed, and then answer it.
“Hello?”
At first, I hear nothing so I ask again, but then I hear breathing on the other line. Heavy, slow breathing, and it sends a chill down my spine. I immediately hang up the phone and toss it, eyes wide and my heart pounding in my chest. Why is this happening to me?
Not one to be a useless tit, though, I need to do something. Calling the police is out because I know they’ll just tell me I have no proof and blow me off. Again. So, I go around my apartment and make sure that all my doors and windows are locked, double and triple checking them. Once I get all of them, I put chairs under the doorknobs of my doors, and look around. So much for relaxing on my couch, I guess.
I pick up Sergi and bring him to my room with me, and then just for added security I put a chair under the knob of my bedroom door as well. When I look at the window I bite my lip, deciding that one more measure won’t hurt. I set some cans along the window so that even if someone somehow got by the locked window, they’d knock the cans over and I’d hear them.
Ugh, I sound like a paranoid freak right now, don’t I?
I know that I need to get some rest, otherwise work is going to absolutely drag on tomorrow. So, I get myself tucked in and pull Sergi with me, closing my eyes. I’m worked up and stressed so it takes me a while, but eventually I do drift off into a fitful sleep, nervous dreams filling my mind.
Twenty-Three
David
“So, I’ll meet you at Mallory’s on Main?” I ask James as he packs his attaché and heads out the door.
“I’ll save you a seat,” he says, ducking out into the dimness of the hall.
I turn off the remainder of the lights and lock the office behind me. Taking the drive downtown, I can’t even begin to sort out the craziness happening at work right now. First the security breach, then the discovery of important information being taken, possibly sold, and now this stuff with Jeff.
I swear if that slimeball lays one finger on her, I’ll kill him. I mean, hell she is a highly attractive woman, but no woman, no matter what state of pretty she is, deserves to have a greasy asshole like Jeff eyeballing her.
I did like that picture of her in the negligee, though.
Pulling into the lot behind Mallory’s, famous for its blue cheese crusted steak, I hop out with my mouth watering. Walking to the front, I have my order already in mind as I enter the high end restaurant.
Filled with floor to ceiling white sheer material and gold accents, the place reeks of fortune. Many famous people stop by here when they are in town for some charity event or to film a movie.
The lights are just above dim, allowing just enough to shine through the fabrics and onto tables filled with people talking about their days over wine. Which is what I’m about to do.
I find James at a table against the side wall toward the back. Once I get to the table, I take a seat and smile over to him. “I love this place, don’t you?”
