“Do you need anything else?” Melissa asked.
“I’ve got to give a presentation for next month’s management meeting. We’ll get together at some stage in the next few weeks so that I can tell you what data I need. We can pretty the slides up later on.”
“Sure.” Melissa nodded. “If you find anything needs changing in the minutes let me know.” She got up to go, knowing their little chat was over. Her boss was hardworking and ambitious, and often worked a little too hard for the company. Still, at least she wasn’t nasty like some of the others. Like Sandra Donnelly for example.
Back at her desk, Melissa saw the email icon flash on her screen, and when she read the sender’s name, her heart tripped with a flutter of excitement. Still, she hesitated before opening the email.
Sorry about last night. I’m not sorry about you know what. I’m sorry if you didn’t feel right about the photos. You’re amazing and I didn’t mean to upset you. Meet you for lunch?
He knew he’d upset her and he apologized. He had a heart. He had feelings; he understood her. He’d taken her to dinner, bought her lingerie. It wasn’t as nice as the silky things she’d seen in Victoria’s Secret, and she hated the slut-red-and-black lace. But if he wanted her to wear it she would. She had. But she’d have to tell him about the photos. She didn’t like him taking them. Eventually, he’d understand.
The sex hadn’t been great…but at least he cared about her and that was what mattered.