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“The guys!” I exclaim. “Oh fuck. Those fucks can’t keep a secret to save their lives.”
“They will, don’t worry. I told them not to say anything,” she insists.
Her reassurance does nothing to calm me. Not even a little. It’s not that I think the guys would do it on purpose. I just think after one tequila shot too many, they can’t help what flies from their mouth.
“Wait,” I panic. “Does that mean…Hawk?”
Drew’s expression is unreadable. “I mean, I’m not sure. He hasn’t said anything to me directly, but I find it hard to believe he never knew. He’s a smart guy.”
Fuck.For whatever reason, that makes me worry more than the other two jackasses knowing. I have the sudden urge to throw up. The reality of everyone knowing, of it having been so obvious, has me paralyzed with fear.
“Relax,” she says. “Look at it this way. If Hawk does know, he’s probably known for a long time. He’s never stuck his nose in it or said anything to this point so why would he now?”
I guess that’s one way to look at it.I nod, ultimately agreeing, and also realizing I don’t have time to beat this dead horse. I’ve got too much to do before Friday.
I hand Drew a list of shop-centric things to work on this week as well as some follow-ups. Then I get to work finalizing the details for the catering and bar service, providing them with Hawk’s billing information. They even have table and chair rentals so I got some of those as well. With the shop expansion, we have enough space for a few sets. I busy my mind, mentally mapping out where to put what for the party. I’ll need the guys’ help to move things around a bit, for sure.
After that’s all set, I leave the shop to visit the nearest party store for balloons, helium tanks, streamers, and anything else that catches my eye. I’ve also rented a photo booth for drunken shenanigans. It’s all coming together pretty well. I’m surprised there’s been no hiccups yet. Of course, saying that means there probably will be.
I finish at the store, having taken two hours to choose everything. I needed two carts and a clerk to help me out to my car. I’m going to have to hide all this in the storage room until Friday. I just pray there’s enough space for it all. I certainly can’t leave any trace of it in my car. Derek always parks next to me. He’d peep this stuff from a mile away.
As I step into my car, it dawns on me. The perfect gift idea.Duh! Why didn’t I think of it before?
I strap my seatbelt and pull out of the lot to go get his gift, excited the whole way. During the drive, relief hits me, allowing me to breathe a little easier. This gift is definitely more personal, or at least shows that I’ve always cared about him—but not too much.
The way things are going today, I think I might just get through this without having a breakdown.
SELF-CONTROL
DEREK
This morning I woke up one year older with Willette’s mouth around me. A birthday blowjob is officially a necessary gift going forward. If I get nothing else, let it be this moment, her tongue tasting me, spiraling me out of control. She might even change my opinion on birthdays and celebrating them altogether.
For the record, I’ve never liked them. I don’t really see the point. In my youth, I used to beg my mother not to have parties for me but I always lost. As I grew older, it was Hawk who insisted we celebrate them. No idea why. But my brother has a serious obsession with his own birthday each year, so maybe it’s just his thing.
I towel off from the shower I shared with Willette, patting dry the skin she touched and teased. Actually, I’d better stop those thoughts or I’ll just end up hard again and we’ll never make it to work.
“So you’re all set to pick me up from the shop to go to your birthday dinner?” she asks, slipping delicate panties up over her hips.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, partially mesmerized by her ass cheeks.
Willette snaps her head, eyeing me. “That’s warning number one on the ‘ma’am’ but feel free to keep staring at my ass.” For emphasis, she wiggles it seductively in my direction and I shift my hips, attempting to conceal my half-pitched tent.
“Where are we going?” I laugh.
“It’s a surprise,” she says. “But you’ll probably want to look dashing.”
“So, normal?” I tease.
“Okay, you’ll probably want to look more dashing than usual.” She laughs. “Jackass.”
We finally part ways, only after several goodbye kisses, and my mouth is left still wanting more. I hope the day ends just like it began.Ugh. There goes my dick again.Wow, my birthday is just turning into a full day of me turning myself on. Okay, well, she’s actually the one turning me on but I’m not helping matters.
Truth be told, I’m looking forward to a quiet birthday dinner this evening with just the gang. Seems perfect.God, I hope no one gets me a bunch of gifts.That part always makes me so uncomfortable. I don’t want anyone to spend too much on me. I mean, financially speaking, I get what I want when I want it. Since reaching adulthood, I’ve never had to hope anyone got me something specific. I know that’s a privilege and I don’t take it lightly. I’m just saying. Good company and a good meal are all I need.
I arrive at the hospital a few minutes early and make my way to my office in the hope of making myself a second cup of coffee before anyone notices me. But I realize that’s a pipe dream as soon as I round the corner to birthday balloons tied to the doorknob.Crap.
I’m sure the nursing staff is going to have a thing for me. Cake and ice cream or something. Not that I’m ungrateful. I really do appreciate it. It’s just the overall feeling I have toward birthdays. But I’ll slap on a smile, a genuine smile rooted in gratitude. My peers are great people. I’m not going to be a dick about it.
