Welp, I’m not winning any friend-of-the-year award this time around.
As amazing as the night was, now that I have to deal with the consequences, it almost isn’t worth it.Almost.
The experience will definitely outweigh whatever aftermath I have to handle. And the memories of it will warm me up at night when I lie alone in my cold bed.
Chapter 19
As expected, Tamika doesn’t take my nocturnal activities very well. It’s still somewhat tense between us when we arrive at work. She can’t understand why I’m not taking Oli seriously, to the point where I slept with someone else. Since I can’t tell her about my overwhelming attraction to our boss, we’re at an impasse. All she knows is that it was a one-night stand.
One I’m seconds away from seeing again.
A massive lump clogs my throat as I stand before the door, and swallowing it away does nothing. “Everything will be fine,” I whisper to myself.
We’re adults who shared a night of passion and lust, and now we’ll move on.Shit, this is so fucking awkward.
The sooner I’m done with it, the better, so I knock twice and open the door. I spot Lex instantly, standing in the middle of the room, along with Kevin. They stop talking as soon as I enter, and Lex’s eyes immediately find mine. I barely notice his dark mood and irked glare, prone to a surge of unwanted memories and feelings. I hold his gaze for a moment, feeling my face and body heat up under his intensity.
Flashes and images of last night flood my brain. His grunts of pleasure, the touch of his strong hands over my skin, the deep and rough ramming of his dick in me, the warmth of his tongue, the filthy words it uttered in the throes of passion…
Tell me, Andrea… Tell me how much that tight little pussy of yours wanted my cock.
Fuck, I can’t do this.
He knows too much about me. My taste, my naked body, the sounds I make when I come, that I’ve masturbated with him in mind, that I get so fucking wet for him… Fuck, I also know way too much.
Two seconds in, and sensual hunger is already overtaking me. Before Kevin can grow suspicious, I force a smile on my face.
“Hi, boss,” I tell Kev on my way to the desk. Lex gets a small “Hello” from me before I sit down. The ache in my overworked core has me wincing.
“You were the one who wanted the slot. And now you’re telling me you won’t be coming?” Lex says with irritation, resuming their talk.
“It’s a great marketing opportunity, and you know it,” Kevin replies patiently. Okay, so this is about the upcoming convention.
“You were responsible for it. It was your idea to present whatever my team would come up with.”
“And now I’m telling you I can’t come. Just get over it.” Kevin is now growing annoyed as well. “Michelle could have the baby any day, and I won’t be eight hundred miles away when it happens.”
“So, what? We cancel the slot you booked?”
“No. Absolutely not. The brochures and flyers with our names have already been sent out. You can do the presentation with whoever you want from your team.”
There’s a moment of silence, and I remember I’m not supposed to listen so avidly. I open a random script to pretend I’m working.
“You know perfectly well I’m not doing this,” Lex resentfully answers.
“Well, then your guys will have to manage on their own. Who were you thinking of?”
“Brian and Steven, for the braille phone case. The prototype works perfectly, and the app is polished and ready to be shown.”
Oh, that’s my favorite one from Kelex. They developed a case designed for low vision and blind users, with an embossed front and a back that modulates to display braille. It’s Steven and Brian’s pride and joy, and I can understand why.
Since there’s a deafening silence all of a sudden, I click and scroll randomly to give the illusion that I’m actually doing something.
“Andy, how long until your app is ready?” Kevin asks.
At the mention of my name, I let go of my mouse and slowly spin my chair around. They are both focused on me, and I strategically avoid looking at Lex.
“Uh… The alpha version is on schedule for Thanksgiving, as intended. But we have three to four weeks of work on it before we can even consider showing it around,” I explain. Lex nods in confirmation, agreeing with my prognostics.
