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“I didn't know it was you right away, Clay,” he said sincerely. “I wanted to tell you straight away, I was just—I hope you'll give me a chance in person.”
“Wow... I'm so fucking stupid...”
He reached for me again, but I pulled out of his reach and unable to take another moment of this, I turned and ran.
There weren't many people still in the office and I took no notice of the ones I flew past as I rushed to the washroom like I was being chased.
The men's room was thankfully empty when I burst through the doors and went straight to the sink, gripping the cold ceramic and breathing hard.
The horns. The CEO. The view from his damn profile picture.
“Oh my god, Clay,” I said looking at myself. “Youbuffoon.”
It wasn't like he'd even been hiding it.
Meanwhile, there I was going on about my boss being a hot asshole while I threw myself at him and begged to meet in person.
The panic, and fight-or-flight started to fade as I stood there, leaving only embarrassment in its wake.
I'd come in front of my boss, but... well, he'd given me the same show in return, and he'dknownit was me.
Suddenly, instead of dwelling on my own idiocy, his words were coming back to me.
We'd had countless conversations getting to know each other. He told me early on that he felt like people had a hard timegetting to know him, that he wasn't good at making connections. I felt a connection though.
If Mr. Kort—Salwas the man that I had been talking to then, I reallyhadbeen wrong about him all along. He was stern, yeah, but there was so much more to him.
A tingle suddenly ran through my body.
I'd wanted to see Sal so badly, to hear his voice and see his handsome face.
He was right down the hall waiting for me, hoping that I was still interested.
He liked me. Even in person. Even with the attitude.
I bit my lip, different kinds of nerves lighting me up.
Perhaps this wasn't such a bad turn of events...
Chapter Eight
SAL
Heart heavy, I sat in my chair, swiveled to face the large windows and city scape beyond.
I felt so damn guilty.
I should have told Clay the moment I knew it was him. I had caught him completely off guard. Worse, I had made him feel like his intelligence had something to do with it, rather than the fact that he was a trusting person. He hadn't thought I was Sal because I hadn't told him that I was.
His embarrassment had been so strong that I'd both felt it and seen it. From his eyes, I saw his hand on his cock, the view from his side as he watched me on his phone. He didn't need to be embarrassed about last night though. We had both been there. The only difference of course, being that I knew who he was.
I was such a dick. One that probably didn't deserve the sweet yet sexy boyfriend that I was sure he would be.
Somehow, I'd fooled myself into thinking that he would laugh it all off as an “oopsie” and we could go out for drinks. Like it would be our funny love story that we would tell our grandkids or something.
I sighed heavily, wondering if that was it, or if I could possibly find a way to make this right.
The door creaked quietly open behind me, drawing my attention.
