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No. But I’d want to take away your pain.
It is what it is. We need to deal with our new roles. I’m your employee now. You’re my boss. And you need to stop texting me because it’s only going to make this fucked-up situation harder. Goodnight.
She’s right. I’m in the wrong here. I shouldn’t have contacted her. But goddamn, if this isn’t hard.
You’re right. This isn’t making it any easier. Goodnight.
I pitch my phone across the couch and it bounces to the floor. With any luck, it broke. Dropping my head to the back of the couch, I stare up at the ceiling. I’ve known Maeve for just under two weeks and we’ve gotten together a total of three times.
So why is the idea of never holding her in my arms again so fucking devastating?
CHAPTER 13
MAEVE
I press a hand to my nauseous stomach as the elevator climbs. I don’t like feeling nervous about coming to work. This place has been like a second home to me for the past six months, and in an instant, all of that has changed. Now I’m worried about seeing Trey and all the conflicting emotions I’ll be assaulted with.
When he messaged last night, I acted as though I wasn’t as affected as he was, but that’s not the case at all.
How am I supposed to think of him as only my boss when I’ve had his cock in my mouth and know what his cum tastes like?
How can I forget what it feels like to have him buried inside me?
Or to have his mouth between my thighs?
I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with any of this fucked-up situation. All my life, I’ve tried to do the right thing, make prudent choices, and put responsibility above having fun. And when I finally decide to do something a little risqué, this is the end result?
Fuck my life.
The door slides open and I step out to find Randy lurking in the hallway. He smiles when he sees me. “You’re just the person I wanted to see.”
Can’t say the same about you.
“Hi, Randy.”
“How have you been?”
“I’m good. Is there something in particular you need?”
He takes a step forward, placing himself a little too close for my comfort. “I was thinking we should go out for a drink sometime.”
“I thought I was clear about not wanting to give you another chance.”
“You were, but can’t we get together as friends?”
“Maeve,” Trey calls my name from just outside his office.
“Yes, sir?”
“Can I speak with you for a moment?”
“Sure.” I start toward Trey, calling over my shoulder to Randy, “See you.”
“Yeah, we’ll talk later,” he says.
Not if I can help it.
I brush past Trey as I walk into his office, and he closes the door behind us.