Page 31 of The Boardroom: Kirk
“I know,” I said, and giggled.
Kirk pulled me into him and wrapped the blanket around us, and we sunk into a sleepy, post-coital cuddle there on the floor. The floor was a bit uncomfortable, and I could see some food wrappers and eraser shavings in the corner, but I hardly cared…I could have stayed there forever.
“Hey look,” Kirk said, pulling his phone out of his pile of clothes on the floor next to us. “It’s already one a.m. We missed the countdown.”
“Eh, it was worth it,” I said, and winked at him.
“Oh absolutely,” Kirk said, and pulled me down for a deep kiss in the warm folds of the blanket. “I have a good feeling about this year.”
“Me too,” I said, and smiled, huddling myself even closer to him. I loved him. God, I really, really did. Part of me always had.
Suddenly we heard the sharp crack of the door opening, and we jumped, burying ourselves deeper inside the blanket.
“I think Marissa has sticky notes we can use!” we heard Cassidy shout to someone down the hall. “You set up the shot glasses and get the cards!” We heard Cassidy shut the door behind him, and Kirk and I looked at each other in terror.
“Woah,” said Cassidy the second he walked into the room. He was obviously still pretty inebriated. “Woahhhh.” We must have made quite a sight, the two of us wrapped naked in a blanket on the floor of my office.
Cassidy’s face was scarlet from the alcohol, the embarrassment of catching us in the act, or maybe both. “So, you guys are…”
Kirk nodded quickly. “Hey, Cass, if you could um, keep this to yourself, I would um, we would really…”
Cassidy let out a chuckle that didn’t quite know how to slow down, and then finished with a long sigh. He was still completely drunk. “You guys!” he said. “You guys!” and just kept laughing.
“Sorry,” I said. “Obviously this isn’t at all professional, and—”
Cassidy kept laughing. “Please,” he slurred. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before.” He kept laughing and left to go down the hall. “POUR THE TEQUILA!” we heard him shout, and I fell back into Kirk’s chest with relief.
“You think he’ll remember this in the morning?” I asked.
“Knowing how competitive he is with drinking games,” Kirk said. “Probably not.”
