Page 51 of Lost Room Lawyer
“Maybe that’s why I moved in with you,” I joked, drawing the plate closer. “That way, I have someone to take care of me.”
“You know very well that I’m not that social and it’s actually the other way around.”
“You work as a caregiver,” I countered. “If that’s not social.”
“No, I’m just the night watchman there. I couldn’t care less about these old geezers. Luckily, they’re asleep during my shift.”
I chuckled and took a bite of my sandwich. It was amazing how suddenly everything in my brain sparked and turned into inspiration. “I’m saving a spot for you as the antagonist,” I said with my mouth full, swallowing.
“But seriously … don’t you have work tomorrow?”
I glanced at my phone, but it had long run out of battery.
He shook his head and sighed. “It’s two o’clock! And you look like you haven’t slept at all.”
“Oh crap,” I groaned. “I should call in sick. Then I can finish this.”
“I can call for you if you want.”
All of a sudden, Hector appeared in my mind’s eye. How he undressed me with his gaze and fucked me on the desk in theoffice. My pants twitched, and I felt how tense my whole body was. My neck was as hard as stone and even rivaled my cock.
“I don’t want to log off,” I said.
I want to see Hector.
When I stood up, my legs buckled. Of course I could hold myself up, but it was definitely a sign that I had overdone it.
"And how are things going with your boss? Are you still letting him fuck you?" Dominic asked casually.
“Shit,” I muttered, opening the window to let in some fresh air. “Isn’t it a bit late for this kind of talk?”
“You’re not going to fall asleep anytime soon—I know you too well. So you might as well tell me about your sex life. You have one, after all. Mine is, well … really lousy right now.”
“We’re going out for dinner on Wednesday,” I said, loosening my shoulders. “Hector, his wife, and my father. All of us at the same table.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“Shit, you have no idea. I look at Hector and get hard.”
“Is it good?”
“We were alone in the office for two weeks. Of course, it’s good. I don’t know how things are going to go from here. Linda’s coming back from vacation tomorrow, and Gerry isn’t going to stay in Vevey forever.”
“And your boss? I mean … he’s really hot, but wouldn’t it be his job to set the boundaries?”
“Because he’s my boss?” I asked, slightly irritated.
It wasn’t that I had forgotten. In terms of work, the situation was clear. I was the intern. He was my superior. Once it was no longer about business, that boundary between us dissolved. He had always been the proactive one, taking charge, but I had never attributed that to our professional roles. He had never treated me like a kid just because I was sixteen years younger than him. We met on equal footing.
I realized that it was exactly this situation that could lead to problems. But even if this was a risk that tested our relationship—or whatever one might call what we had—we had long since crossed that boundary. We could never go back to the beginning—no matter how professionally we behaved in business matters.
“Do you have the day off tomorrow?” I asked, trying to distract myself from my own thoughts.
“Yes, I’m meeting Clarissa.”
“Oh yeah? I thought that was over?”
“It was. I … uh … I’m just doing this to see if I can even get it up.”
