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“I’m in amazing company,” I said, smiling. I didn’t know what anything meant in the moment and I knew Lumi didn’t either but one thing was clear as a fucking bell…
We were more than just friends.
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CHAPTER 9
I kissed Knight goodbye when he left and the heat from his lips left me smoldering for hours afterward. I’d never rushed to my room so quickly before. I needed some uninterrupted time with my sucking, vibrating toy. I’d gotten it as a present for myself because I knew I wouldn’t be getting any real dick.
After a good, back-arching orgasm, my mind was clear.
What the hell was I doing with Knight? He was my boss. Not only was I nowhere near ready for a relationship, I wasn’t ready to possibly jeopardize my job. If anyone found out Knight and I were messing around, we could get in trouble with HR. Lakeview had a no fraternizing policy and I wanted to adhere to it.
It didn’t matter to me that there’d been plenty of other employees who’d dated and had affairs. I didn’t want to be one of them. I didn’t want anyone thinking that’s how I got my job. I didn’t want to becomeMs. Foster, the principal’s girlfriend.
I wanted Knight though.
Outside of everything my brain spewed at me about codes of conduct and professionalism, I wanted that man. His sapphire eyes jumped to life like blue flames in my mind. He was the kindest person I’d ever met. He was sweet and attentive and he always made me laugh.
When was the last time a guy stole my breath the way Knight did?
My brain blanked when trying to come up with an answer. After searching through old memories and failed attempts at love in my mind, I realized nobody had ever stolen my breath away like him.
I stared at the ceiling hoping to find answers splashed against the white paint. There were none. This thing between Knight and me wasn’t going to give me the courtesy of being black and white. I knew that. It was going to be like the color scheme of my house. Gray confusion punctuated by yellow bursts of happiness.
I didn’t want to think about it anymore because it was making my head hurt. I reached over to Kaiden’s picture on the nightstand and touched his cheek then cut the lights off and went to sleep. I’d call Coco in the morning and hope to hell she could help me sort everything out.
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“Coco, can you please come over today?” My voice was a dramatic whine. I had the day off because it was a teacher’s workday for Knight and the countless teachers and administrators at Lakeview High. I didn’t need to be there because I wasn’t essential personnel. It meant I got to have a free day. My first one since I started working.
“All of us don’t have the day off like you, Lumi,” she sang.
“I know but maybe on your lunch break?”
“Why don’t you come have lunch with me? Get out of the house,” she fussed.
“I don’t want to go out for lunch. I can’t talk about this in public.” It was partially true. I didn’t want to discuss all my conflicting feelings for Knight out in the open where anyone could hear. I also didn’t want to go out. I avoided going out in public at all costs. I felt like every minute I spent outside the comfort of my house was an opportunity for something or someone to remind me of Kaiden. It terrified me to think I’d be out and see a five-year-old who looked like my son or who reminded me of him in any way.
“Talk about what?” Coco asked, her interest piqued.
“Knight.” I hoped my vagueness teased her until she gave in and came to my house. When Coco gasped, I smiled. I had her. Now, I just had to reel her in. I needed best friend time and I didn’t want to venture outside to get it.
“What happened at dinner? Oh my god, Lumi did you fuck him?”
“No!” I squeaked, pulling my knees to my chest. “If you come over for lunch, I’ll heat up some of the creamy garlic chicken he made last night and tell you all about it.”
“Got any wine?”
“I do.”
“Okay, I’ll be there after my break starts. Spoiled brat.” She muttered the last part but I still heard it.
Coco was sitting on my couch with a chilled glass of wine and a plate of food in under twenty minutes. She insisted that I keep quiet until she was seated with food and ready for me to spill the details about last night. My tongue was swollen and dry as I replayed every second with Knight in my mind before I even opened my mouth.
“So Mr. Cunningham made this from scratch?” Coco asked, digging into the plate of food.
“He sure did. Also, you can call him Knight.”
