Page 46 of Losing Control
“No.”
I don’t want to be in bed with him. He doesn’t push the issue but about five minutes into the film, he starts to nibble on my ear lobe. Any other time he has done this I have been more than willing to see where it leads, but today, I don’t think I could muster up any sort of sexual feelings towards him.
“I’m not really in the mood,” I say, hoping that he doesn’t fly off the handle. He pauses for a beat before answering.
“Well, I guess it’s my job to put you in the mood then, isn’t it?” He resumes the nibbling and I bite down on my bottom lip, hard, to stop myself from crying. As he moves his lips to my neck, I remain silent.
Is this going to be my life now?
I can’t let this happen.
I don’t want him touching me.
“Honestly, Michael, I am way too tired to even think about getting in the mood.” I gently brush him off me and edge my body away.
“Please yourself,” he says as he sits back and focuses on the film once again. The tension returns, and I pray that Sunday passes by quickly.
I just want to get to Monday morning so that I can go to work and get the hell out of here.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Wishful thinking
If I thought that being at work was going to give me a breather from Michael, I was sadly mistaken. He has somehow managed to convince Mr Collinson to allow him to work with Tyler and I on our joint project.
I could have screamed when Mr Collinson came to tell me the news. Instead of asking how the hell Michael managed to convince him, or how the hell I was supposed to bring Michael up to speed on everything, I just smiled. Fucking smiled. I have spent the whole day explaining the campaign to Michael, whilst Tyler has been sitting idly by because he needs me to work on the next part of the project with him. It has been a complete waste of a day as far as I am concerned.
“Can I take off?” Tyler asks even though it isn’t quite five o’clock yet.
“Sure,” I say with a sigh.
“Thanks, boss.” Tyler is up and out of here faster than a rocket. Can’t say that I blame him as it hasn’t exactly been easy to be in this room today. Sure, I have tried to act like my normal self, but even I can tell that I have been tense and awkward. Michael however has taken no notice and has had a smile plastered on his face all day long. He’s smug about landing this opportunity. It means that he can keep a close eye on me. It means that I can tell no one. Just another way for him to keep fucking tabs on me.
“Hey, guys,” Kim says poking her head round the door. “Do you fancy grabbing a quick drink before going home? I’ve had a shitter of a day and need to unwind.”
My eyes go to Michael as I know that if I answer then it will only piss him off.
“Sure, just a quick one though,” he replies, and I feel relief surge through me that I won’t have to go home alone with him just yet.
“Great, I’ll just grab my things and meet you by the exit.” Kim bounds away, and I start to pack away all of my paperwork.
“Lucy,” Michael says, placing his hand on mine. I flinch and then curse myself for being so jumpy. Michael notices and has a genuine look of hurt on his face. I find myself feeling guilty about my reaction.
My head is screwed.
I’m the one feeling bad when it should be him on his hands and knees grovelling for my forgiveness.
“We don’t have to go if you would rather just go home.”
“No,” I answer a little too quickly. “No, it’s fine, I would like to go for a drink and unwind.” Michael nods and releases my hand, allowing me to continue gathering my stuff together.
We both walk out of the project room a minute later and I go to my desk, putting all of the papers in my drawer. Michael takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers and leads the way to the exit.
When we meet Kim, she is all smiles and chatter as we make the short walk to Alan’s. I answer Kim when the need calls for it, but apart from that, I don’t say much.
As we enter the bistro, Michael leads us to a booth and I slide in, Kim sitting opposite me.
“What do you ladies want to drink?” Michael asks.
