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I think about telling him that I have to get back and that staying isn’t an option tonight, which it shouldn’t be anyway because I have so much writing to do but can’t bring myself to deny us it. “I don’t have to meet the publicity manager until eleven tomorrow morning. Think you can keep me busy making it up to you until then?” Who am I to deny myself amazing sex?
Seven
Tully
Iwasn’t sure how much help she was going to be when she hadn’t bartended before, but it was impressive to hear how long she has been writing. To have been writing as a career from high school must mean that she is good at what she does. I know my sister would have hired someone who cost a pretty penny. She isn’t someone to go for the cheaper option.
It’s obvious she didn’t feel confident conversing with the customers at first, but it’s been a few days since she ran me over and she seems to have gotten past it with the regulars that come in every night since she started helping out. I couldn’t stand to leave her down at the bar by herself so I’m awkwardly sitting out of the way in the corner. Although I don’t just want to make sure she coping alright. Her company and everything we’ve been doing as soon as the pub is closed and I can get her upstairs has only become more addictive. But it’s gone too quick. She is going to be leaving and I’m going to have to say goodbye, and I’m not sure how to think about it yet. Tonight after the pub is closed she isn’t able to stay like she has the past nights because she’s fallen too far behind on the writing for my sister.
The idea of her not staying tonight bugs me. I only have a small amount of time before she leaves and I don’t want to waste any of it. I feel stupid because if I didn’t know any better, I would say I’ve fallen in love with her within a matter of days, but surely that’s not possible?
My parents have always said they met and knew instantly that they were meant to be together, but how do you know that is what is happening when the time arrives?
“You look awfully deep in thought.” That voice. I swear if it told me to commit murder, I would. “Looks kind of painful.” She looks at me out of the corner of her eye. For someone who claims to be awkward, she is really good at being sexy and coy. Her hips sway to the rhythm of the oldies music playing as she polishes glasses out of the dishwasher.
“I was thinking that it’s a shame you have to leave on Sunday.” I don’t want to make myself look like an idiot for admitting too much. I’ll scare her off because I think if any other girl than her said after a few days that they thought they was falling in love with me… I think I would run for the mountains never to be seen again.
“The agency thinks they have another job lined up for me an hour’s drive away; otherwise, I think you could convince me to stay.” She comes to stand in front of me, still swaying to the music. No matter how small the movement, this girl can never stay still. I think that is why writing suits her so well; her hands can fly across the keyboard for hours and don’t tire. When she had mentioned leaving Sunday, I had wondered whether that was for work or to go home. Although she said home was staying with her dad at the moment.
“Where do you want to settle down?” All she’s talked about are the places she has worked and floated around between jobs. She has never mentioned where she wants to be when she’s done being a drifter. Maybe her drifting habit could be a problem; would she want to stop and settle somewhere like here? With someone like me?
“I really don’t know.” She contemplates it as she starts to load the glasses on the shelves. “I don’t want to be in the city. I like the country. Somewhere like here is nice because it’s close to a city but still rural enough to be private. I hate being in everyone’s business or gossip.” That isn’t something she is going to avoid here.
“I’m afraid people in places like this love to gossip.”
Realization seems to dawn on her and she waves her hand. “Yeah, but that’s a different type of gossip.”
“Can you see yourself coming back here?” I’m not sure if it is the right question to ask. Is it too obvious?
“Is that you asking to see me again?” Okay, maybe slightly too obvious.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for our time to be over. Are you?” I watch her face carefully; this could so easily be a lie. She could say yes but have no intention of coming back and I’ll never know.
She pauses and my mind instantly starts to think she is making up a lie. “If I got a break in between jobs, I could definitely see myself coming back to visit if you’d have me.”Shit, I don’t think she’s lying.
She wants to come back. My feelings instantly run with that. She could come back and visit which means this isn’t over yet.
She looks unsure of my reaction as she comes to stand beside me. “Do you to see me again?”
I can’t believe she is even asking. Looking around the pub, I check there isn’t anyone who might gossip before hooking my finger into her belt loop and bringing her to sit on my good leg. “Of course I want to see you again, woman. I’ve been addicted to you since you walked in my pub.” I thread my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and massage her skin, and she leans down to kiss me. She pulls away too quickly, looking a lot happier.
“Good.”
Eight
Rebecca
Ifeel as though I am floating on cloud nine when I walk into my room. I feel so inspired, I could write all night, although I doubt I will. This week has been the best week I have had in a long time with Tully; amazing sex and working behind the bar have been great, but it’s exhausting.
I could fall into the bed right this second but I need to write. I need to do at least a couple good pieces because tomorrow I have to meet his sister and explain why I don’t have as many pieces done on the week’s events as she expected and asked for. I don’t remember the last time I hadn’t met the requirements of a job; however, I’ve never met someone like Tully on my travels. My goodness, that man is something else.
I’m really not looking forward to leaving him, and even as I sit down at the laptop and start plotting and planning out some pieces for the morning’s meeting, I can feel the weight that has settled over my chest from simply thinking about leaving Tully and finishing our little fling. I’m not into whirlwind romances or happily ever afters, but part of me feels as though I’m missing out on one here. I must be out of my mind that I could meet someone, fall in love, and start a happily ever after in the span of a week. Thinking about it objectively makes me feel even sillier when I look at the logic of it all. It’s just a crush; it won’t last. By the end of next week, I will have forgotten about him… I think.
I wake up feeling hungover, even though I didn’t drink the night before. I don’t remember going to bed and realize that I must have fallen asleep writing when I spot the laptop beside me on the bed, still open.
Jitters keep me from sitting still on the countdown to the meeting. She is going to be so mad at me. I don’t have as many pieces as she wanted. That means her social media is going to be behind and she’s not going to be impressed. I don’t want to get a bad review to the agency, but I don’t think that I can change her mind if she decided to do that. According to Tully, she is the most strong-willed person he’s ever met. From the few times that I have met her, I believe him.
“Ah, Rebecca, come on in.” She waves me forward as I stand In the doorway to her office. She doesn’t look anything like Tully despite being his sister. “We need to have a discussion, and I’m afraid I don’t see it ending happily.”
