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"But it's not just about that," Bryn says, her voice softening. "It's about the repercussions. Like...sure, it's great when the relationship works out. But these are powerful men who could destroy us if they want to. We can't afford to lose our jobs, Sophia. We need this money to survive."
"I know," I say, feeling guilty for putting my own desires above my responsibilities. "I just...I can't stop thinking about him."
Bryn sighs. "Well, you need to figure it out before it becomes a problem. I don't want to lose you as a co-worker or a friend."
"I know," I repeat. "I'll talk to him tomorrow and figure out what's going on."
I turn away, feeling Bryn's eyes on my back as I head toward the taproom. I'm not sure what I'm going to say to Ryan, but I know I need to have a conversation with him before things get any more complicated. Maybe we should hold off on hooking up and figure this out first.
Work flows smoothly for the rest of the night, and the clock ticks ever closer to closing. I keep checking my phone to see if there are texts from Ryan—if he wants to cancel or if he's second-guessing us—but I don't get anything.
Then the clock strikes two and I leave the White Oak.
And there's Ryan's truck.
I walk across the street to hop into the passenger seat, feeling like I need to play it cool while my heart is pounding at a mile a minute. He glances over at me when I get in, a pleasant smile on his face, both of us talking about what we're here to do.
"How was work?"
"Good," I say, nodding. "Normal."
He puts the car in drive and heads down the city streets, and I think we're all good...until I realize how tight his grip is on the steering wheel.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah," he doesn't look at me as he replies.
"You look tense," I say quietly.
"I am," he says. "Fuck...I wanna touch you, Sophia."
I bite my lip, my breath hitching at his words. I thought he would say he was nervous—he seems like such a sweet guy—but this is...
...it's hot.
I can't deny it.
"You're allowed," I whisper. "If you want to."
"I can't drive if I'm touching you," he says, letting out a hoarse laugh. "Hell, I can barely drive with you in the car.I've been...anticipating what's going to happen tonight. Thinking about what we will do for hours."
"You have plans?" I ask, my mouth going dry.
"You have no idea."
I hesitantly reach my hand across the center console and rest my fingers against his thigh, and Ryan exhales hard. "Sophia..."
"I can't wait," I whisper.
"We're five minutes away. You had a whole shift..."
"And I haven't stopped thinking about you the whole time," I murmur. "Now that we've..."
He puts his hand on mine and moves it away—and at first, I think he's going to pull back—but then he rests both our hands on my thigh instead, sliding up, up, toward the apex of my thighs. I gulp down a breath, gasping.
"Fuck, I'm dying to touch you," he growls. "Been fantasizing about the things I would do to you for..."
He trails off and grazes his knuckles over my pussy, and even through my pants, it makes me jerk my hips. "How long?" I whisper.
