Page 184 of Unexpected Hero

Me. Talking. For hours.

Insanity has never felt so good.

I’ve never had a girlfriend in the official sense. But I’m fairly certain she thinks we’re a couple.I’m not inclined to correct her. In fact, I’m starting to believe it as well.

This is the third night of Kinky Karaoke, but I haven’t made it to see her sing yet. Way too fucking busy around here for me to get out before midnight. It’s hard enough for me to get an entire evening when she’s not working at Bask.

Big Al had a check-in with me today about Klein, and as much as it sucked, I had to be honest. Klein’s not at the level I need for a full-time partner. I’d need three of him to keep up with all the shit we’re handling.

My fist clenches under my desk at the vision of her singing her heart out while looking out into the crowd for me, only to be disappointed when yet another night goes by where I don’t make it.

In a relationship for such a short time, and I’m already fucking it up.

She offered a deal-sweetener tonight. She said she’d let me tie her up if I got there in time.

So far, I’ve kept things mostly vanilla, and we’ve not engaged at the club. I figured it’d be best to get her comfortable with the standard stuff before we start checking off things on her ever-growing kink list. There have only been a few exceptions. She wanted to be spanked, which made her wet as fuck, but I only used my hand, so we have room to explore more there. And she wanted to test out her voyeurism kink by watching me jack off.

She fucking loved it, which made me far too excited for my own good. Needless to say, I didn’t have much of a refractory period that night. Since she wanted to try it both ways, she started masturbating in front of me as soon as I finished. I was inside her before she was halfway to orgasm.

It’s beautiful to witness her come out of her cocoon. A metamorphosis.

Fucking hell. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.

Frustration sinking in, I push to my feet. “Hitting the restroom while this finishes loading.”

I stomp out of the lair while contemplating walking past the bathroom and out of the building.

This thing with Lettie is turning me into a shitty fucking employee. I need to get it under control. Maybe I should tell her I can’t make it and suggest we take a few days apart so I can get a grip on my obsession.The longer this goes on and the deeper it feels, the harder it’ll be for her when I’m finally in a position to come clean with her.

I want to tell her everything. To ease the guilt brewing, but also so I have a chance in hell of keeping her after it all comes out.

I know it will. Eventually.

Unless I fuck it up before it comes to that.

When I get to the bathroom, I’m alone. Given the late hour, I’m not surprised.

Checking my phone, I lean against the wall. The last text she sent jumps out at me, challenging my resolve.

As I click on it again and the image fills my screen, I already know I won’t be able to put distance between us.

In fact, the opposite happens, and I make a decision I never thought I’d make.

Even if the latest load doesn’t work, I’m still leaving. Fuck it.

She doesn’t even have to send me an exposed breast or anything dirty to make me fold. It’s just one of her forearms, lying on the front desk at the club. She has two types of ropes resting against her peach flesh as if she’s offering me my choice between hemp or jute.

Son of a bitch. I can’t resist that offer. Not to mention, I’ll get to hear her sing.

Yeah, fuck the new install.

When I walk back into the lair, Klein’s eyes are closed; he’s resting. That’s the perfect out.

“Whether this works or not, I’m calling it for tonight. We need to get some rest.”

His eyes remain closed, but a tiny smile quirks the creases of his mouth. “Oh thank fuck.”

Fifteen minutes later, we walk out of HQ, leaving the failed system load behind us. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll figure out what’s wrong with the install. Or maybe I won’t. But my plans for tonight are firm.

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