Page 49 of Call Me Sir

I thought my ass was wrecked but it was eager and ready to take more of him. And on top of that he even sucked me until I came Monday night before he went home.

Last night I had to take cold medicine to finally fall asleep because by one am I was wired and lonely. The bed felt so wrong without his broad shoulders eating up the space.

I would facepalm myself but I’ve got an iced coffee in one hand and a toasted bagel in a brown paper bag in the other. Treats to help me cope with the sinking feeling that’s rested in my stomach since he left my place.

I walk into the office and everyone’s wearing the most dreary expressions. I guess today has the Monday vibes after a long weekend.

“Someone looks refreshed,” Anthony says, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Yeah yeah,” I mutter, setting down my treats.

Removing my navy backpack, I unpack my laptop and notebook. Occasionally I’ll work from home to wrap up a project or get a couple extra hours in.

However, nothing of that sort was accomplished this weekend.

I glance up at Sal’s office eager to meet those dark eyes. But the shades are closed…

I don’t let it discourage me. We’re just coworkers who spent a weekend screwing and cuddling. It’s out of our systems so he won’t get fired and I’ll be able to move on and find a nice guy.

“Do you and Danny want to come for dinner tomorrow night?”

Sitting down in my swivel chair, I bite my bottom lip.

“Is it too soon?”

“No, no…”

Fuck.

I meet those friendly eyes.

I should tell him the truth.

But then my phone buzzes. I’m so stupid because I find my heart hoping it’s Sal saying screw it, let’s do it. Let’s be together.

I whip out my phone and dread bubbles in my chest. It’s Danny.

Danny: I’m sorry for being an asshole. Can we have dinner soon?

Friday morning, this would have sent me to the moon and back. Now, though?

It doesn’t ease the dread gnawing at me. Instead, it adds to it like a thick layer of tar.

I just want Sal. I glance at the shutters. I can’t have him.

Me: okay, dinner with Anthony tomorrow night

Danny: sounds good. What time should I pick you up?

I work out the details and try to act excited every time Anthony smiles at me. Which is way too often. The sinking sensation in my chest stops for a moment when Sal steps out into the main area and announces a last minute work meeting.

Why at four in the afternoon when everyone’s wrapping their day up?

Begrudgingly we all shuffle into the conference room.

Anthony and I sit at the back where we normally stand.

My heart pounds in my chest like a drum. What’s happening? Is he confessing we hooked up? I get my denial speech ready in my head. I’ll say that I have a boyfriend. That Sal has too much integrity to do anything crazy.

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