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I returned to the main area to find her still standing there, with her hands innocently clasped in front of her as if she didn’t just try to pull my soul out of my cock with her bare hands.
“Kimmy.”I cleared my throat and straightened myself in front of her.She needed to understand who was in control here and who was the servant.“What just happened, can’t happen again.You’re my employee and we have to keep this a business relationship.”
I was talking out of my ass and I knew it.I very much wanted her little hands on me again and her lips.I began to fantasize about what it would feel like to have her lips where her hands were…
“And I don't want to take advantage of your grief,” I gritted out, frustration leaking through my voice.
A wicked smile crossed her face and a tinge of fear coursed through me.I took a step back, watching her closely.She truly was sent here to torture me.The best and worst kind of torture.I scowled, trying to right the order of things between us.
“You aren’t taking advantage of me,” she purred.Where did she learn how to purr like that?“But I understand,” she continued solemnly.“From now on, it’s strictly professional Mr.Dzik, and I’m sorry for getting out of line.”
I was annoyed.I wasn’t sure if it was from the way she quickly brushed it off and followed my command or the way she initially purred her response to me.
My emotions and thoughts were in a jumble and that only further agitated me in my current state of being.We both stood there awkwardly.I crossed my arms and she watched the way my body flexed, making me puff out my chest in response.
I chastised myself.This had to end.This couldn’t happen between us.The demons back home were setting me up.I turned away and randomly began cleaning the counter top.
“Well, if you’re going to be here.Get back to work!”I barked.
She laughed softly and began sweeping.
Chapter20
KIMMY
A few paychecksin and my little apartment was furnished enough for me to stay.
“My own place.I can’t believe I did it,” I whispered, looking around the plain walls with a big smile.
It was still somewhat sparse, but I had a bed, the lower box that sat on the floor, a loveseat and a kitchen table.I would need to grab a microwave next and maybe a few pots and pans.
Nodding my head, I left my apartment, intent on checking my mail.Turning my key to lock the door, I lifted my eyes to see my strange neighbor down the hall looking at me again.I waved and he tipped his head.We never spoke but he seemed friendly.
Shrugging my shoulders, I went down a couple flights of stairs to the mailroom.Humming to myself, I unlocked my box and took out the few letters that were in it.My heart stuttered.The first was a bill.
Did I miss one?I could have sworn I calculated and paid everything on time.I could have sworn!
“Please, please, please,” I chanted, hoping that it would say zero dollars.
I ripped it open and slowly pulled it out and felt my eyes burning from tears forming.
“Oh, good, they fixed the mailboxes.Whoever was stealing mail won’t be able to do it now,” came an unfamiliar voice beside me.I blinked a few times and turned to look at them.It was an older woman who probably also resided in the apartments.“You must be new, I haven’t seen your face around.Welcome.Why would a pretty girl like you decide to live in a dump like this?”
I sniffed and shrugged my shoulders, at a loss for words.My mind was still reeling over the fact that my utility bill was doubled, stating that a payment was missed.
It was nice of our landlord to fix our mailboxes.But it didn’t change the fact that I was left with the repercussions.How in the world was I going to pay this on time?I wasn’t even sure if my next paycheck would cover it all.
I felt defeated.I would have to stay with my parents a bit longer.It was the only way I could save.Keeping the lights off in my apartment made a big difference.I had yet to turn on the water, trying to hold that off for last.And I still needed to purchase cookware.So it was either scrounge up money quickly to pay this bill, or not be able to have any tools to make food.Maybe I could ask Mr.Dzik for more hours somehow.
“Well, see you around!”my neighbor waved as she turned and walked back to her apartment with her cane and mail in hand.
I shoved the rest of the mail into my hoodie pocket and made my way to my bicycle.Mr.Dzik gave me the day off with full pay, mumbling something about needing distance.
Well, this was an emergency so he was going to have to suck it up and see me again.The trip was quick, my mind occupied the entire time.Parking my bike, I took off my helmet and fluffed my hair out before tying it into a ponytail.Marching to the food court, I beelined straight to The Good Char with my eyes glued on his form.
As if he could sense me, he snapped his head up and shoved the order in his hand into the customer's chest.
“Hey!Watch it!”the poor guy whined.
