Page 49 of Bigfoot Boss
Now, here I am, wishing I could just stay a little longer. Maybe that’s what a relationship really is? Always just wanting to stay a little longer. My hand squeezes his arm.
“We should get going,” I say. “Our ride will be here soon, won’t it?”
“Hold on,” he says as his talented fingers creep over my body. “I only have a few hours of you left. And I need to make the most of them.”
I start to protest, but he catches my words with his kiss, and I melt into the bed, letting him take slow, lazy advantage of me. Forgetting all my worries as his mouth works its way down my body, joining his fingers in all my sensitive places until I am gasping and grinding against him. Coming apart on his lips, and tongue, and fingers. He spends so much time that we barely have enough time to clean off, get dressed, and pack our stuff before we leave.
Yvette and Abe give us both long hugs. They are warm and comforting—the kind of loving, overeager parental figures I wish I had in my life.
I wave goodbye as Sacha easily tosses my heavy luggage over his shoulder before we walk down to the field to meet the helicopter. Sacha holds my hand all the way back to the city before he loads me into a town car.
“Thank you for the almost perfect weekend.” He pauses to take a deep breath. “I’ll see you tomorrow? At work?”
The hopeful hesitation in his voice makes my heart ache.
“Yeah,” I say simply.
His whole face lights up when he smiles, he presses a chaste kiss to my cheek before closing the car door. The spot his lips landed burns the whole trip home.
I drop my overstuffed luggage in the living room and stumble to the kitchen, followed by Rhapsody, who rubs against my legs as I grab a glass and fill it in the faucet.
“Bailey, I didn’t think you’d be back ‘til later tonight.” Margot appears in the hallway, her eyes wide with surprise.
“We flew back in this morning. Sac?—”
“Shh!” Margot cuts me off with a loud shushing noise and waves her hands wildly through the air.
“What is wrong with you?”
“I don’t think you want my guest to hear you say his name,” she hisses quietly.
I raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t see anyone in the living room—Oh!” I take in Margot’s disheveled hair, the obvious absence of any clothing under her loosely tied robe. “You have a guest!” I announce louder than I should.
A slim, green-haired figure appears in the doorway behind Margot.
“Tatiana!” I say, again much too loudly. I do not seem to be able to regulate my vocal pitch right now.
Tatiana is wearing one of Margot’s t-shirts and a pair of oversized gym shorts. “Hi, Bay. Margot said you were going to be gone all weekend.”
I look from my roommate to my coworker and back again. “I got back earlier than expected. Great to see you, though. Water?” I ask, holding out the cup that I poured for myself.
“I was promised Gatorade to replenish my electrolytes.” She grins in Margot’s direction, having the impressive self-esteem not to look sheepish before putting an arm around Margot's waist. “You had a nice trip, though? Hopefully? Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Just some really lucky guy,” I say too quickly.
Tatiana raises an eyebrow.
Margot reaches past me into the fridge, pulling out a sports drink to hand to Tatiana. “Here you go, doll.” She unsuccessfully attempts to herd Tatiana from the kitchen.
“Hold on, I want to hear about some guy who is worth the Temp’s whole weekend.” She sidesteps Margot, keeping her eyes locked on me.
“It was fine. We had fun. Nothing much to report! We spent a couple nights in his cabin in the mountains, which sounds like it might turn into a horror movie where teens get murdered in the woods, but it didn’t. We had a lovely weekend, and nobody got murdered. It was a little awkward, but genuinely it was a really nice time.” I freeze with a smile.
“So glad! Let’s go.” Margot tugs Tatiana’s arm, attempting to lead her out the door.
“Wait, what happened? Why was it awkward?” Tatiana resists the pull, cracking open her Gatorade and taking a long swig.
“His parents showed up.” I admit.
