I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. Didn’t want to make himuncomfortable with what was going on, especially since he’s my boss. Shit.Myboss. I fucked my boss, and I want to fuck him again.
It’s a bad idea waiting to happen. I know that.
But isn’t that the story of my life?
I head to the factory and get to work, feeling more alive thanusual.
Today’s a big pickup day, so I’m extra-busy, moving boxes on theforklift to the loading dock before the trucks arrive. I slide the fork under abox when I catch myself whistling again.
Shit. I need to stop that.
“Having a good day?” William asks with a smile on his face as hewheels a cart of boxes toward me.
“Oh, no. I was just…”
I don’t really have an excuse, but fortunately, he doesn’t seem tocare. He just says, “I’ve got to get these nails over to Amy and Terrence forpallets, but then I’ll be over to help you in about ten. That work?”
“Sounds good.”
“Hey, guys,” Reese’s voice comes from beside us, startling me.
He approaches William. Starts chatting him up. He looks asrelaxed as I feel. I like knowing I can help alleviate some of the stress he’sbeen under. I know he can’t make a big deal out of what we did, but every timehe comes back into the warehouse, he ignores me. Acts like I’m invisible. Evennow when I’m right next to him.
It reminds me of those days after he had his breakdown.
The first few times he was like this today, I figured it was afluke, but now that I know it’s intentional, it’s getting on my nerves. I’mfine with leaving it at what it was, but does that mean I can’t exist outsideof that? Really?
Rather than cause a stir, I ignore him the way he ignores me. Iback the forklift up and drive off.
But I’m a little worried. What if the moment I left his place,he started to rethink what we did? It was so hot that I’d love to go again, butwhat if he doesn’t? What if he doesn’t think he should be fucking around withan employee?
No, he wouldn’t do that. He needs it, too. There’s no way thepassion during that sex was one-sided.
But maybe it was.
I shouldn’t obsess about this.
I’m never this way with guys. I can fuck the shit out of someoneand then just walk away.
I want to believe it’s just how hot it was, but I’m intrigued byhim beyond that. He’s an interesting guy. Most of the blockheads I’m used toare so uninteresting that I don’t give a shit about whether I get to know themor not, but he’s mysterious. There’s this whole other life that he re-lives ona daily basis. This world that he struggles with while simultaneously trying toexist in the present. I want to know more about that past. Want to know moreabout these nightmares that plague him. Of course, I know that’s the last thingin the world he wants to tell me about, considering he didn’t seem all thateager about sharing that shit he told me yesterday. He sounded like he wasstraining just to tell me that much.
When I’m finished moving some of the boxes into the warehouse,William asks me to help Tyler out with another pallet accident. We’ve had a fewof these recently because of some crap wood that was ordered for pallets. We’vehad to go back and secure some of them in hopes that we won’t ruin anotherbatch of bottles.
I head over and give Tyler a hand with the cleanup. He hasn’ttalked to me much since that day when we fought, but he hasn’t given me anyshit either. I pick up broken bottles and toss them into a box we’re collectingthe broken shards into.
“Look, man. I’m sorry I gave you a rough time when you first gothere,” he says as he sweeps up some of the debris.
“What?” I ask. He’s really caught me off guard. Is this somekind of a trick?
“I wasn’t actually trying to trip you. I just wanted to tell youthat. I mean, I was an ass. I was giving you a hard time and doing everything Icould to make your job harder, but when I bumped into you that day in thewarehouse,thatwas actually an accident. Until you started being a dickabout it, I was actually worried about your fall.”
Well, that was fucking unexpected.
I think about what Reese said about me in the parking lot.I’mjust saying if you make enemies everywhere you go, it’s probably not becauseeverywhere you go has a problem.
“Why were you ragging on me when I started up?” I ask.
“You came here, and you were all quiet. Had this cocky look onyour face all the time like you were better than everyone else. Just kind ofbothered me.”
