Page 14 of If You Could Only Imagine
And Aiden Buchanan was a bad, bad, bad decision.
The reality of what I did was beating me in the face. I had gambled my entire career for good sex.
Okay...phenomenalsex, but still…
How was I to face anyone at work Monday? My shame was going to clearly be written all over my face. Oh, God, and Shane Buchanan…how was I supposed to be a part of her team after I’ve boinked her brother-in-law?
Ugh! It just sounds so sleazy. Sleeping with the boss was such a cliché. And even though Aiden tried to dismiss all my concerns, they were legit concerns. He was my goddamn boss and came from a financial class I couldn’t even fathom. Not to mention the age difference. I mean, I know a lot of people wouldn’t blink twice at a four-year difference, but to me, four years seemed like a chasm of space between us. That crap only worked if the man was older, not the other way around.
And even though I was fully aware that we were in the year 2018, and we’ve come a long way as a tolerable society, there was no getting around the fact that Aiden was one hundred percent Caucasian and I was not.
There were so many instances during my childhood where my parents struggled with ridicule or judgment because they came from two different races that I wasn’t sure I was up to that kind of scrutiny. I know I shouldn’t care what other people think, but what if I married Aiden? Let’s just say this all works out in the perfect land of elves and faeries and the like…how would the world look at our children?
One thing I did know, though, is I knew I wasn’t going to find the answers to all my imagined questions laying here in bed next to my naked boss.
So, I held my breath, and in the best boneless worm impression I could manage, I slid my body out from under his arm until my ass met the floor.
I winced. My body was sore, and my spectacular floor landing was not helping.
I held my breath and opened my ears to any microscopic sound that might be coming from the bed above. Still holding my breath-I’ll worry about brain damage later-I peeked up and thanked Sweet Baby Jesus that Aiden appeared to still be in a deep sleep.Thank Christ!
I didn’t feel strong enough to fight with him over my departure. And I needed to depart.
Aiden was hard to resist with just his looks alone, but now knowing how he gets down in between the sheets…how the hell was I supposed to resist him now?
I mean, I’ve had good sex before. I’ve been in a couple of long-term serious relationships where both men were decent and good. They were giving and caring. My sex life has always been satisfactory. But last night had been like a peek into a world I never knew existed.
I’ve had other men go down on me, but Aiden had done it with a skill that rivaled professional concubines. I’ve always thought men felt like going down on a woman was more of a chore to make sure she says yes to the sex, but last night, Aiden lapped at my center like he’d die if he didn’t get enough to eat. It had been hot as hell thinking hewantedto be down there. He wasenjoyingtasting me everywhere.
Aiden had come across like a man possessed and his actions and reactions had busted open the lid on my sexual confidence. The more he possessed me, the more slutty I became. And the sluttier I became, the more possessed Aiden became.
It was a hot, sexy, vicious cycle.
Jesus, just replaying last night in my mind made me want to crawl back into that bed of his and let him do it all over again. But I couldn’t.
This was wrong.
So, instead, I ran out of the room, not daring to shut the door, and quickly gathered my clothing, but realizing rather quickly that most of it had been shredded to bits last night. I decided to mourn my shirt, bra and panties and make do with Aiden’s discarded shirt from last night and my skirt. I didn’t dare to put on my heels. My mission was to make the best ninja in the world jealous with my ghostly skills.
I found my purse exactly where I had tossed it and prayed to all that was holy that my cell phone didn’t ring or some such stupid crap like that.
I need to get the hell out of here ASAP.
I neared the door and my body was cursing me to hell and back, demanding that I crawl back into that bed and have rounds five, six, seven and eight with Aiden’s body and penis, but my mind was calling me all kinds of a stupid imbecile, and urging me to run. To run for all I was worth.
Like ‘Run, Forest. Run’ run for my life.
I went back to using my ninja skills and I,ever so slowly, turned the doorknob on the door leading to my freedom and private shame. It clicked open, and I was on the other side before I thought to hold on to its weight and shut it just as quietly. Nope. The door slammed shut.
So, like any self-respecting morning after victim, I ignored the elevator and ran towards the stairwell, and flew down the five flights of steps that led to my freedom.
God wasn’t completely ashamed of me this morning, because when I ran out of Aiden’s building, there was a beautiful, shiny cab sitting right front. I know, I justknowGod send that cab for me.
I love you, Lord.
It wasn’t until I was sitting safely inside a cab and halfway home that I could finally breathe. And then it hit me. I just ran and left my boss naked and alone in his bed.
I wondered if he’d be mad or happy not to have to deal with the morning after routine. I mean, maybe now that he’s had me, he would move on. You know, another notch on his belt and all that.
