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Huffing a laugh, Mr. Archer says, “Yeah, you got me there. Well, that’s great, Mr. Reed. I hope things work out for you in the future. You’re a great employee and I hate losing you. If you ever need a letter of recommendation or if you ever want to come back, the job is yours.”
I don’t plan to ever come back here, but I nod. “Thank you.”
“When is your last day?”
I give Mr. Archer a date eighteen days from now. That should buy myself some time just in case my passport comes in fourteen business days, not fourteen calendar days.
After that, Mr. Archer shakes my hand and I go back to my desk. I didn’t plan to say anything about not working here anymore. I honestly planned to just leave when I got my passport. This is better though. Unlike Michael and the others, I don’t plan to fake my death and get a new identity. I plan to be Damon Reed forever. If something were to happen with me and Michael, I could have something to fall back on with Velli Corp. Or if I find some place I want to work in Canada, it couldn’t hurt to have Mr. Archer email me a letter of recommendation.
Looks like I’m more serious about Michael than I thought. I was serious when I told him I wanted to be with him, but I thought I would get cold feet and not go through with it right away or at the very least, want to take more than two weeks to think about it.
Whirlwind is not the word I’d use when I think about Michael and me. More like a hurricane with gale force winds with how fast we developed feelings for each other. I know it’s fast and people may not understand, but I love him and want to be with him. I need to start taking a chance on myself and get out of my own way. If it means moving to Canada without a plan, I’ll do that.
Besides, if something were to go wrong, I have the large amount of money he gave me from the casino to fall back on. I’m depositing it today after work, then I’ll be set for at least a year if I’m smart about how I spend my money.
Betting five grand on one number with thirty-five to one payout is definitely worth it.
I start to work on my team’s assignments for the week when I get a text. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I look down and feel butterflies dance in my stomach when I see Michael’s name pop up.
Michael: Meet me in conference room ten.
Looking around, I see most of my team is working and Mr. Archer’s door is closed. No matter. I’ll be leaving here soon anyway. Without a word, I turn off my computer and make my way to the elevator to head to the fourteenth floor.
When the elevator doors open, I make a beeline to the back conference room, remembering how I met Michael in that very same room just a few weeks ago.
I was so frightened of him, it’s a wonder I didn’t pee my pants. I thought for sure he would kill me. Now look at me. Head over heels in love with him. What a difference a conversation can make.
When I open the door, I’m pulled in immediately, my back is pressed to the wall and Michael’s mouth is on mine. I let out a startled yelp into his mouth, then relax into the kiss. God, I missed him and it’s only been a night. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I stand on tiptoe, tangling my hands in his hair so I can pull him closer to me.
We kiss like this, Michael devouring my mouth and touching me all over, until his hands go down my pants. Then he pulls away sharply, mouth agape.
He cups my ass, the lace rubbing against my skin feeling delicious and foreign. Michael hums his appreciation, his eyes going hooded. “You have on your panties. I didn’t think you would until you left.”
Honestly, I didn’t either. But when I showered this morning, I knew I couldn’t go back to wearing briefs. I had to wear something that felt like the real me. No one at home sees my underwear and I do my own laundry. I should have been wearing them for years.
“Me neither. I’m glad I did today.”
He groans, hugging me close. “If I had more than ten minutes, I would fuck you on this table.” He meets my eyes and shakes his head. “Fuck, it’s so fucking sexy knowing what you have under those clothes.”
I smile up at him. “Yeah? I’m glad you approve.”
Sliding his fingers into my underwear, he grazes a finger over my hole. Michael bites his lip, then cups my chin with the other hand, holding me so he can kiss me hard. When I’m breathless, he pulls away. “I can’t wait until tomorrow. I need to be with you tonight.”
I’m nodding frantically before he can even finish his sentence. “Yes. Please.”
“Good. I’ll be there at midnight. Have my hole ready for me.” I grin up at him and nod again.
He plants another desperate kiss on my lips, then breezes out. I sag against the wall, anxious and ready for midnight.
I deposit my casino winnings as soon as I get off work. The bank teller gives me an odd look since I came in with a bag full of cash. She gets the manager and I have to show them the slip I had to fill out in Vegas and the receipt so they don’t think I’m trying to deposit any illegal money.
“That’s a hell of a win,” the teller says with a grin. “Tell me your secrets. I want to visit Vegas with my friends one day.”
With a soft smile, I tell her, “My mom gave me a sign and I listened.”
“Always listen to momma.”
The manager gives me a deposit receipt and tells me the funds will be available in twenty- four hours.
