Charlie put his arm around Tommy’s shoulders and steered him toward the door. “And now you’re done. It’s time to go home, so we’re not late.”
I chuckled. These two were fun. “I’ll get out of your hair so you can lock up. I’ll talk to you soon, and I’ll see you in two weeks.”
I was grinning like a fool the whole way to my car. I immediately pulled out my phone to text Miguel.
Me
All done with my interview
Miguel
How did it go???
Me
Tommy offered me a job on the spot.
Miguel
That’s fantastic! Congratulations! What about that certification you talked about?
Me
The shop will pay for me to go to school. And the salary is a lot more than I’m making with Jeff.
Miguel
That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you!
Me
Thanks. Want to go out tonight to celebrate?
There was a long pause before Miguel replied.
Miguel
Sorry, I can’t tonight. I have a date.
A knot formed in my stomach. Miguel had a date. He hadn’t said anything while we were at work. When had that happened? Now, my heart was hammering for a different reason. Miguel had a date, and I didn’t like it. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had to answer him. I had to say something.
Me
Ok. We can celebrate tomorrow at Easter brunch. You are still going, right?
Miguel
Of course. I’ll be there with bells on. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.
Me
Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow.
I did not throw my phone across my car like I wanted. I set it down and sat there, trying to figure out what I was feeling. My head was a mess. I started to picture what Miguel might wear on his date. What kind of makeup he’d apply. Would he wear that sheer top he wore to the nightclub? With each memory of Miguel, my cock thickened and lengthened and my grip on my steering wheel tightened. I finally let go and shook out my hands. I couldn’t deny it anymore. I was attracted to Miguel and had no idea what to do about it.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
MIGUEL
