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She’s cackling as she jogs over to the party table where Mom is setting up the snacks and drinks. My phone buzzes in my back pocket, and I fish it out.
“I’m gonna tell Mom what you just said!” I yell to my sister as I swipe open my phone to check my messages.
My heart picks up when I see Emerson’s name. And his message makes me pause for a moment.
I need you to come in immediately.
I quickly type out a reply.
Why? What’s wrong?
I miss you.
We should talk about you working on the weekends. I can’t be expected to read my own emails for two days straight.
My smile stretches across my face, and I know I look like an idiot, standing out here smiling so bright my face hurts.
I’ll come over tonight,
I reply.
What are you doing right now?
I have to think for a moment about how to respond. I’ve talked to Emerson about my personal life, but that was when I was just his employee. Everything’s changed. I shouldn’t be so nervous about sharing a little more with him. It’s not like we’re dating. We’re just exclusively screwing—a lot—and occasionally role playing some kinky secretary stuff.
But with all the screwing and foreplay, it feels strange to bring in regular life stuff. He wants to see me naked and fuck me over his desk, but does he care about my home life or what I do for fun? I want to say he does, but that’s my hope talking.
I’m about to respond with something flirtatious likeThinking of what you did to me yesterday, but that’s not what my fingers type out. Instead, I send him…
Setting up for my little sister’s birthday party at the rink. She turned fifteen today.
It’s quiet for a while. No typing bubbles. No texts or pics.
I take the ladder back to the storage closet and just as I shut the door, my phone vibrates.
What time is the party?
Three. I’ll be done by six, and I’ll head over.
I’m sure my sister will be busy hanging out with her friends. She only has a couple friends whose parents let them come to our house for sleepovers and she invited them both tonight, so I know she’ll be occupied while I sneak out.
Emerson doesn’t answer me back, but the party is about to start, so I hardly notice. Before I know it, I’m handing out skates to her friends and coordinating the hokey pokey on the floor. The rink gets busy on Saturdays, and the perks of being family friends with the owner is we basically get to make the whole place Sophie’s party.
When I look over at her, and I see her bright smile as she sits between two equally quirky girls, I have to bite back the urge to cry. The shit she has had to put up with these past few years is unfair. Bullied at school. Abandoned by her own dad.
I know my sister worries about me, and I wish she didn’t. She saw me through a bad relationship and a long year of feeling like I was a failure. It makes me wonder what she would think of Emerson. Would she approve of him, even if she never knew what goes on behind closed doors? Sure, he treats me like property when I want him to, but when we’re not in a scene, he’s affectionate and loving.
“What are you smiling about?” my mom asks as she brings me a white plastic cup filled with soda.
“Seeing her smile makes me happy,” I say, nodding toward Sophie.
“Yeah, me too.” She turns toward me. “You know…seeing you smile makes me happy too.”
I turn my attention toward my mother. “Of course it does. What’s your point?”
“My point is…you’ve been smiling a lot lately.”
I try to act casual, brush it off. “Well, things are good. My job pays well, Sophie is doing well. You seem less stressed.”
