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“Last question, do you have an up-to-date passport?”
“Yes, I do, just got my new one in the mail.”
“Where have you been outside of the country?”
“After college, I traveled Europe, Mexico, and parts of Canada.” Elle keeps talking, but I keep shoving food in my mouth.
“When can you start?” I say with a mouth full of mush.
“What was that?” She sits up straight, trying to be polite when I am clearly not.
“I asked when you can start.” Grabbing a glass of water and chugging it down.
“Oh, um, now, tomorrow, anytime.”
“Perfect.” I dab a napkin to my lips.
“Wait, don’t you want to tell me how much I will be making or my previous experience as a personal assistant?”
“Why would that matter? The personal assistant shit, you don’t work for them anymore. Can you pick up a phone, send an email, negotiate contract terms, see when someone is trying to take advantage of me, reply to comments from followers, and figure out orders for the website?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t need your history; I need to know you can do this job.” I stand up and head for the door.
“Of course.” Rachelle’s confidence is brutal, and I need it bulletproof. She might just be the perfect candidate.
“Fantastic. Can you be ready to leave tomorrow at ten?”
“Wait, are there benefits? What is the starting pay? I’m sorry; I just need to know before agreeing to anything. I have a daughter to take care of.” She lowers her head as she says it.
“Full benefits. Every three months, we will take two weeks off. You are free to do whatever you want in that time.” I get to the point so we can move on from the generic topics. “How much do you want to get paid?”
Elle pulls out a piece of paper she has written before meeting me today. I open it up, and I crumple it up. She bites her lips as she worries it is too much.
“Rachelle, I will pay you this to start out, but after a month, if you stick with me and I can stand you, I will add fifteen grand to that number.”
Her mouth gapes open. I am not being generous; I am not easy to work with, especially after Enzo.
“You will realize that asking for what you are worth isn’t as hard as accepting it when it is given to you.” I never back down from what I deserve; others should rise to the occasion of declaring the same sentiment for themselves. “I will see you tomorrow; I’ll text you my address. We’ve got planning to do.”
I dream of Enzo; I dream of him as if we are still friends, and I read his messages but don’t have the heart to reply.
There is a look in his eye that no one can deny or describe. His mouth drags in awe as his tongue begins to taste the scent of womanhood.
Eyes rolling back and flutter to embrace closed. I’m catching myself moaning in sync to a symphony. Humming in agreement, Enzo releases his own tune as he places kisses on my inner thighs. Fingers curl around my hips, angling them for a better feast.
Enzo enters me with just one digit; it is sensual as he takes it out and licks it thoroughly before putting it back inside for another dip. My own hands linger downward to greet his presence. We touch, and the current of love runs through us. Fingertips dance along with his skull, the shape I know so well.
I arch my back, wanting to blend and become one. Enzo’s mouth munches, twisting his tongue against me until I can’t take it any longer, and I need him to spread those lips and push it inside me.
Enzo’s scruffy beard rubs in all the best places. The extra tiny pokes feel so good; I would love to ride his face until I woke up screaming for another orgasm.
“Phoebe.” It sounds too real.
“Enzo?” Because I wake up and Enzo is nowhere to be found. My body is no longer on fire; I am cold.
I don’t mind having sex dreams. Honestly, I prefer it. But I would make one request, the main character doing naughty things to my body isn’t my ex-boyfriend.
