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Was I wrong about her wanting this? I furrowed my brow as I tried to read her.
“But I work tomorrow…” she said.
I watched as her mouth pulled into a smile. She was messing with me.
“I think your boss would be okay with you coming in late,” I said.
“Lucky me.”
She stood on her tiptoes and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, pulling away just before the elevator doors opened.
Chapter 15
Monica
Islipped out of Troy’s apartment building wearing the same skirt from yesterday and a white button-down he lent me. No one at the front desk seemed to bat an eye as I walked out of the glass doors and out onto the sidewalk. They had seen me enough over the past few weeks to know I was his assistant. Thankfully, it was a different front desk woman and doorman than the ones who had let us in last night. For all any of them knew, we had a late-night meeting or an early morning meeting.
Out on the sidewalk, I glanced up at the glass building as if somehow, I could see Troy, who was probably still in bed where I left him naked in the sheets. I shook my head and let out a soft laugh, realizing how bad I had it for him. It was ridiculous.
I stepped to the curb and held my hand up, hailing a yellow cab. As I slid into the backseat, I gave the driver my address and leaned my head back against the seat. I closed my eyes and couldn’t fight the smile that crept over my face.
Everything about last night had been unexpected, but in the best way. Besides almost being caught by the night crew. But ultimately, him showing up had led me back to Troy’s apartment where we carried on the rest of the night entangled in each other. I wondered if we had slept at all. Maybe I had dreamed some of it, but the way my body felt convinced me none of it was a dream.
A little sore. Mostly satisfied. Begging for more.
I couldn’t help but feel giddy knowing I would see him in an hour. I could have slept in, and having his arms around me, I almost let myself doze off again. His steady breathing was like a sound machine putting me to sleep. His naked body, on the other hand, was like an alarm clock blaring in my ears.
I forced myself to get out of bed, even after he grabbed my hand and pulled me back in. I didn’t want to be late, even though I knew I could have gotten away with it. It didn’t feel right to abuse the relationship, or whatever it was, with my boss. I still wanted to remain professional, even though there was nothing professional about us.
Nothing professional about the way he tasted his fingers after they had been inside me, his piercing eyes watching my reaction as my mouth fell open. God, he was sexy. I squirmed slightly in the back of the cab at the thought. My eyes shot open and I sat up straight, trying to get a grip.
Once I arrived home to my small apartment, which was probably the size of Troy’s bedroom, I turned on the shower. Under the hot water, I washed away the smell of his cologne and salty sweat. But I couldn’t wash away the places he had touched me. His hands and mouth had left permanent, invisible impressions all over my skin. I doubted I would ever not feel him.
I doubted I would ever not want to feel him.
Out of the shower, I made a pot of coffee while wrapped in a towel. My hair was wet and hanging loosely over my shoulders. I didn’t have time to dry it, but that was fine. If it came between more time in Troy’s bed or finagling a blow dryer, I would choose the former over again.
My phone pinged on the countertop beside me as I waited for my coffee to finish brewing. I picked up my phone and smiled as I saw Troy’s name on the screen.
Troy:I’m probably going to be late today.
Me:Tsk Tsk. How unprofessional.
Troy:It’s not my fault. Someone kept me up all night.
Me:Hmm. I wonder who that could be.
Troy:Show me.
I read the words again and looked down at the pink terrycloth towel. It wasn’t La Perla, but it would have to do. I held up the phone and snapped a photo, hoping he found my makeup-free, wet dog look sexy. I hitsend.
Troy:Fuck. Can you come back here?
Me:Down, boy. Are you still in bed?
Troy:I can’t seem to get out of it. Are you sure you can’t come back? Call in sick with your boss. In fact, I think he’s sick too. Cough cough.
Me:My boss has a very important meeting in two hours. He can’t miss it.