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The question in his eyes is hard to ignore, but I do and head back into my desk to focus on work not related to this stupid party. Regret drills into my brain unceasingly. Taking this job was a huge mistake.
Our company isn’t hurting, but it will help in so many ways. The headache isn’t worth it though.
Closing the door, I sit at my desk and wish the day away. The eagerness that nestles in my chest every day is both a high and torture. The ache is like a pulsing toothache. All my brain wants is to strip Cole and discover every piece of him.
It’s not just the sex. It’s the late nights listening to him chat about different recipes he wants to have a go at. And the places he wants to visit to try special dishes. Never would I have imagined the extent of his desires when it comes to cooking and travel. Both worlds are unknown to me as we always had a personal chef and we traveled but only once a year. And while I know I had fun with my parents, nothing was purposeful and memorable because they were never driven by desire. They were obligatory because what rich dad doesn’t take their kids on fancy trips at least once in a while?
Everything’s changed now. Oh the places I want to take him. Paris. Mexico. Italy.
Anywhere, I’d go anywhere with him.
The darkening of my screen pulls me back to my task. Typing up my letter to HR to explain that Cole and I are an item.
The guilt of us being together was mitigated when I looked over the employee handbook.
Reawakening the screen, I read over the letter that explains that Cole and I had a quick encounter, then time apart and are once again exclusive, I hit send.
The comfort I’d originally felt quickly falters and shatters leading to complete and utter dread. What if the HR person tells the owner and he loses complete respect for me?
I’m not out to him. Or anyone at work, besides Cole of course.
Is it too late to unsend it?
The tapping on the door causes me to click my email closed and lock my screen.
“Come in.”
The door opens slightly and Cole pokes his head through.
“Hi.”
“I said come in.”
His eyes widen due to my words not sounding friendly.
Cole never comes to my office without being summoned.
Closing the door behind me, he takes a seat on the chair next to me.
The blinds are slightly open but I sense he’s not looking out at anyone in particular.
“So, you heard?”
I nod.
“You’re not a fan of Ace and Oliver?”
Ace Maverick. His name sounds ridiculous. The rumor growing up was that their father changed his last name because he loved Top Gun so much.
What person does that?
“Not particularly.”
Cole grimaces but doesn’t come across worried as he leans back in the chair and bounces one of his legs. Comfortable, that’s how he looks and I’d love to go to him and get on my knees, to be the reason his head is thrown back.
“I can cancel.”