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“No, you’re good for today.”
“Great,” I respond. “I have some work for you, and I need you to stay through the night.”
“At the office?” She frowns, in either fear or frustration. I can’t tell the difference with her.
“No,” I reply. She heaves a sigh of relief.
“At my house.”
“I can work late at the office and finish off in the morning,” she says frantically.
Her brows gather together in the way they do when she frowns.
I get up and begin to put on my suit. “I’m not asking your permission, Carissa.”
I don’t bother to check her reaction as I turn my back to her, but I can feel the aura of disappointment fill the room.
“By the time I walk out that door, I need you to be walking behind me.”
She hesitantly walks out of the office and true to my word, by the time I leave, she’s walking behind me as she struggles to keep up with my pace.
As I take longer strides into the elevator, a part of me longs to reach out and comfort her, but I can’t break character now.
I have to finish what I already started, and so I remain steadfast in my composure, not waiting up or slowing down for her.
The ride back to my place is filled with so much silence I could hear the sound of a pin if it dropped.
Carissa looks out the window the entire ride, making sure not to share any form of body or eye contact. She’s determined.
I can't blame her.
The last time we shared any kind of contact, we ended up in bed together, with one person being the other’s boss the next day.
I keep stealing glances at Carissa when we get to my apartment to see if the sight and familiar feeling of the atmosphere resonates with her.
Instead, she’s uptight and maintains a straight face as she sits on the couch.
The same couch she was once lying on while having her back blown out a few days ago.
“What would you like me to do?” she asks softly, finally looking at me.
I scoff. “So professional. How about a glass of wine before the work stuff?”
She adjusts uneasily on the couch. “I don't drink on duty,”
“Don’t worry, it’s not a test. You can have some time to relax. After all, you have all night to work.” I respond, making myself comfortable.
By the time my shirt is off my back, Carissa has her back to me.
I smile to myself, pour myself a glass, and take a sip.
“I’ll have Pamela send you an email. That's what you’ll be working on tonight. I need every detail.”
“Yes, sir,” she responds, and immediately pulls out her tablet.
I produce a folder filled with papers from my bag and pass it to her. “And you’ll call every number on here in regard to the email you will receive. Careful not to miss anyone.”
I go into my room for a quick shower.
