“Because there’s no point,” he snapped. Then he said, “We’re not having sex again.”
There it was. That was the answer I was looking for.
“One and done, huh?”
“Flowers, we’re not talking about this here.”
“Good point,” I agreed. “But I am talking about birth control with my doctor because even thoughwe’renot having sex again,I’mhaving sex again. Maybe you should go wait outside in the waiting area.”
He clenched his jaw, and I knew he wanted to argue. He also knew he couldn’t ague with me. Not about something like this. He was beat.
With a final glare at me, he left without a word. The doctor and I stared at the now closed door.
“That was Evan Allen,” she said, slightly stunned. “Like the billionaire, Evan Allen.”
It was weird to hear him called that. But I imagined it was how the rest of the world thought of him.
“Yeah, what an asshole, right?” I snorted. “A billionaire and he also happens to have a big dick. He wasn’t lying about that. I’m going to have to make him suffer for this.”
“So, you’re his girlfriend?” she asked me. I could hear the astonishment in her voice. Because there was nothing special about me. Not really. I certainly wasn’t a super model or a famous actress or anyone E.G. should be with. I was just me.
The one he needed.
“No. I’m his assistant,” I said, and waited for her reaction.
She blinked a few times, then her brow creased. Like she was considering all the pieces of the puzzle and how they fit together. She knew I was twenty-three. That I worked for him and obviously had sex with him.
“Did he…I mean I feel like I have to ask. Did he…coerce you in any way?”
“Nope,” I said. And then basically told her the truth. “He doesn’t even realize it yet, but I forced him. Now, let’s talk birth control, Doc.”
THIRTY-FIVE
GRANT
He knew there would be some day in the future where he might think of her fondly. And not like a broken glass with sharp edges that kept cutting him.
January
It wastime to let her go. Intellectually, I understood that.
Emotionally…I didn’t like to let myself wander down any sort of emotional paths that might get me in trouble.
All I knew was that I had to put Flowers in the past, quickly. Before she firmly became my present.
The challenge with doing that was how completely and irrevocably she’d dismissed me first.
These past few weeks, she did her job. Naturally, she continued to be an exemplary employee. She embraced her new classes with enthusiasm. Because she now could drive herself to the office, she’d started to get there before me so I had to give hera key. Personally, I thought she was just trying to show off her new skill.
However, she’d made it plainly clear that any lingering sexual interest she had in me was over.
Gone. Done. Not to be repeated.
Yes, I’d been the one to set down the rules first, but she’d picked them up and run with them. She recovered from her UTI, returned to the job, agreed that what I’d decided, regarding no future sexual activities, was for the best to continue our working relationship.
There had been emphasis on the fact that it had been my decision, not hers, but she was happy to comply.
Then she’d gotten back to work.
