Page 22 of Our Little Cliche
Besides, not having a car was the least of my problems—imagine hiring someone who is emotionally damaged, living with nothing in their house other than a blow up mattress, a pile of smutty books, and a platter of fruit that has about two grapes and half a banana left on it.
How embarrassing.
If he knew that he would never hire me.
“But?” He mirrors me, dropping an octave, and sending a shiver down my spine…and lower.
“How easy is it exactly to get an Uber in this town? Or, would I need to take, like, a team of sled dogs or something to get around? I don’t know my way around town yet,” I confess. “Plus, there’s the snow thing, so I can’t walk there and… I’m sorry, I’ve only just moved here and I-I don’t have a c-car yet,” the words stutter out.
God I feel awful.
Guilty for having wasted his time.
A strong, two beat laugh crackles through the phone.Far out, even his laugh is hot. I really ought to remember to not answer the phone whilst horny.“Hmm, quite the predicament. I don’t have any sled dogs on hand, but part of the arrangement was to have you picked up by my vehicle.”
“Oh, really?”I must’ve missed that.“Wait, I actually got the job?”
“Having second thoughts?”
“No!” I cough, clearing my throat to dull down the sense of urgency is my voice. “No.”
“Glad to hear it. A car will be ready for you tomorrow at 8.50 A.M. No need to bring anything, we’ll have everything ready for you here. Is that okay for you, Miss Cate?”
Is that okay for you?…holy fucking shit. Dammit, why does his voice have to be so sexy? Now Ireallycan’t stop thinking of touching myself.
I push the phone away from my face to take a breath in and back out again. “O-okay.” I wouldn’t have reacted this way had I climaxed before this Cyrus guy called. Maybe thinking about the guy from the bar wasn’t a good idea, now my thoughts are diluted between the sexy voice of here and the sexy man in my head.
My breath climbs again and I can feel my nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of the towel, sending more signals between my thighs.
“Something wrong, Cate? You’re breathing… quite heavily.”
Holy crap.
Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my cheeks flush a shade of scarlet I’ve not seen on me before and I have to muster every inch of professionalism I possibly can to speak clearly.
Does he… know?
Could he have known that I was about to cum when he rang? “N-no… uhm. Sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say the words so fast I get whiplash.
“Until tomorrow.”
The line goes silent and I practically throw my phone—now with 1% battery left—back on the counter, turn the sink tap on, and drench my face with cold water to cool down.
I stare at my flustered reflection again, “Get a grip, woman. Focus! This is not the time to get hot and flustered over a hot voice that belongs to your new boss, for crying out loud.” I press my index finger on the glass, “Are you listening to me?Fo-cus.”
“Yes, I’m listening. And I’m focused,” Cyrus’s voice murmurs from the phone, a bit muffled.What. The. Fuck.
“Shit! I thought… I thought you… I didn’t.Hang up,” I say the last part as quiet as a mouse, full of embarrassment and shame. “I’m so sorry.” I end the call in a panic and scream at my phone. Oh my g— what the heck am I doing? He isdefinitelygoing to fire me before I even start my job.
Great. How am I going to face him tomorrow?I can’t.I have to leave this town, right now. Seconds later a text message takes up the screen on my phone.
Unknown number:
Lips are sealed r.e the hot voice/boss thing.
Oh, and the breathing…
See you tomorrow. - Stone.
