Page 37 of Darkness

“Katy either spit it out, or stop staring at me and do some work.” I look down at all the orders we have for the day. I’m hoping I get to put some ideas down for the window display today. I have the idea, but I need to make sure it will work.

“Can’t believe you’re not telling me,” she snaps at me.

“Telling you what?” I put the order forms on the table and look up at her.

“You had sex last night.”

“What?”

“And how you just squeaked that what? I know I’m right. Was it Mr. Cain? Is he big? Does he have a sexy body? Was it good? Did he make you scream? How long did it last?”

“Would you stop?” I almost stutter because I don’t know what to say to her. He told me not to tell anyone. How do I not tell my best friend? Cain will probably tell Lincoln, and Miles knows. I should get the right to tell one person.

“Was it shit? Was it so bad that all that mysterious, dark vibe that he gives us is all just a front?”

“No.”

“So, you did have sex with him?”

“Yes, I did. It was absolutely amazing. I came four times, if you must know, and every single one was more intense than the last one, and he made sure I was screaming his name every single time.” Okay, I wasn’t meant to say all that, but it’s the first time in my life I’ve had a man treat my body the way he does.

“Oh, my God, I’ve just had butterflies. Tell me everything, like, do not miss one detail-”

“I am not talking to you about the sex stuff we did.” I grab the orders again, hoping the conversation is over.

“Okay, then just give me, like, a PG version.” I press my lips together to stop the smile spreading, because there is no PG version of the sex I had last night. Like, what is the PG version of sex?

“He came to the apartment. I told him to leave because I was still pissed off with him, but he talked his way in. He spoke a little, and then pretty much kissed me, and that was it. I was like butter melting on toast. The man can work magic with his mouth, with his hands. And has a very nice package.”

“Oh my God, you’re blushing. It was absolutely amazing, wasn’t it?” Katy puts her elbows on the table as if I’m about to tell her a story.

“Yes, it was absolutely amazing. Can’t wait to do it all again tonight.” Now I know I’m blushing because I can feel my cheeks heating.

“Jealous. I’m jealous that you’re having hot, amazing sex. Will he take you to the sixth floor?” Only she would ask that, because she’s always thinking about sex stuff.

“I don’t even know what the sixth floor is,” I tell her, handing her some of the order forms.

“I don’t either, but it’s a big mystery. You know, there’s got to be some type of sex stuff happening up there.” And there it is. Her mind goes to sex, again.

“Anyway-” Changing the subject as much as I can. Do I really want to know what the sixth floor is? Yes, think I do. “How was your evening?”

“Nowhere near as good as yours. I binge watched Sex in the City again.” I’ve lost count of the amount of times she’s watched that show.

“What season are you on now?”

“I’ve restarted it back at Season one.”

“Could have told me and we could have watched it together.” She laughs, shaking her head at my request.

“I am not taking you away from your amazing sex life, so you can keep me company watching Sex in the City in the evening. Are you bloody crazy?” She walks away to grab some flowers.

“Fine. Have it your way. I’ll watch it myself. I’m not going to be with him every single night.”

“If you’re not with him every single night, you’re crazy, absolutely crazy,” Katy shouts from the front of the store.

Oh, I want to be with him every single night. I want to scream his name every single night. I want to cuddle on the sofa and watch reality TV with him, even though he doesn’t look like a person who watches reality TV, or any TV for that matter. But maybe he’ll be the type of person who will just sit there with me because he knows I like it.

“Now that you’ve told me about your night, there is a delivery for you.”

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