Page 75 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"Thank you, sir."

"I would join you, but we do need to get to work sometime today."

He looks at his watch, and I see that it's already nine AM.

"I know," I say, laughing as I head toward the shower. I make sure to grab my phone so that I can text Zara as soon as I get in there.

I close the door and turn on the water, then sit on the toilet. That had actually been the real reason I'd rushed out of there. I needed the restroom a lot more than I needed a shower.

"Oh my gosh, Zara. You're not going to believe what happened last night."

"What?" She texts back immediately.

"I had sex."

The phone rings within seconds.

I answer it and whisper, "I can't talk right now."

"You cannot text me and tell me you just had sex, then tell me you can't talk."

"He's still here."

"What?" she screams. "Who did you have sex with? Tell me right now."

"My boss."

"Holy shit!" she says "You did it. You fucked your boss. Oh my gosh. Lila, you're kidding me!"

"No. And have you ever heard of cock warming?"

"No. What's that? Please don't tell me it has something to do with fire. Please tell me you did not burn his cock."

"No, of course not, stupid. Anyway, I can't talk, I'm sorry. I’ll call you later. But look up cock warming, because we did it last night, and it was fabulous."

"You need to?—"

"I've got to go, sorry." I hang up quickly and giggle as I head into the shower.

I want to tell Zara everything, but I know if we actually get into a conversation, it will take forever, and Max will start banging on the door and there will just be too many questions. I grab my shampoo and squeeze it, massaging it into my hair as I relax beneath the hot spray. My body feels spent and exhausted, but it's the best sort of exhausted ever. I don't know who I am or what I've done to the old Lila, but I hope she never comes back.

I grab my body wash and start washing my skin, and immediately, my thoughts fly back to the previous day and being in the gym shower with Max, teasing him with that soap as I touched myself. Fuck.

A part of me wants him to come into the shower so that we can go again, but I know I need to pace myself. I have to figure out what the fuck this is and if it’s going to happen again.

So many questions swirl in my mind.

I don't want to come off as a crazy bitch. I don't want him to think I believe we’re now going to be in a relationship or anything like that, but I do want to know what everything that happened means for my future.

I grab my towel and step out of the shower, opening the door to let the steam out.

"You can shower in a little bit if you want. I just got done," I call into the room.

He's sitting on the edge of my air mattress, looking super tall and super built and way out of place in my little dinky apartment. He holds up the coffee cup and makes a face.

"This coffee is shit, by the way."

"It's instant. What did you expect?" I ask, laughing.

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