Page 10 of Between Commitment and Betrayal
“Everly,” I yelled after her but she didn’t turn around. “Don’t jog to work. I’m sending a car for you on Monday.”
“Please don’t. I’ll just ignore it.” She waved it away like she was waving us away too.
I swore ten times before I yelled at Peter to get back into the vehicle.
She was already inside by the time I finished cursing out our whole situation. We shouldn’t have indulged. I was quick to temper, and it looked like Everly maintained her composure even after I’d unraveled her.
Still, I was already figuring out a way I could do it again come the very next day.
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DECLAN
Me: It’s been two weeks of you ignoring the car I’m sending for you.
Everly: How did you get this number?
Me: You’re my employee. I have all your numbers.
Everly: That’s not what the employee directory is for.
Me: I can use it how I see fit. Take the ride home from work today.
Everly: I don’t need a car when I like to jog. I appreciate the thought though.
She appreciated the thought?I’d appreciate bending her over my knee and spanking her ass for defying me every chance she got. Could I send her that?
The bouncing dots showing she was typing something stopped and started a few times at the bottom of my screen before I got another text.
Everly: I appreciate the extra time in the studio with the kids too. It was nice of you to open self-defense on Tuesdays and yoga on Wednesdays.
She shouldn’t have to thank me for that. I wanted HEAT to do more with the community, and Carl knew that. He’d mumbled that he didn’t know whether Everly was ready when I brought it up to him the day after Everly confronted me about it.
When I told him she was, he’d smiled big and said, “Okay! I’m glad. See? This is going to work out fine.”
Yeah, except I couldn’t figure out how to stop thinking about how my dick would feel inside her every chance I got. This ‘working out fine’ was a long shot with bad aim in the middle of the night.
I glanced up as the elevator doors opened and saw her smiling at a kid at the front desk where she was setting her water bottle down. Wearing a zip-up bra.
It was a damn problem that I couldn’t look away.
“You did great today, Grayson.” She high-fived him, and he spun in a circle with his mom standing there before his eyes lit up as he saw me.
“Declan Hardy! No way!” He ran toward me, his chestnut hair flopping fast, and then stuttered to a stop. “Mom! Do we have a football?”
She smiled bright before digging in her bag and whipping out a marker and pigskin like she walked around ready to run into retired NFL players.
“You have fun at class?” I asked, and he nodded vigorously as I signed the ball. “I did the best downward dog ever. And Ms. Everly says if I breathe properly, my emotions won’t get all squiggly sometimes.”
When I finished signing, he gave me a hug and his mother thanked me before they walked out as Piper walked in. I didn’t have a chance to turn around to talk with Everly about taking care of the kids, about how she was making a difference by teaching them how to handle emotions with exercise, how utterly brilliant it was.
I had no chance because my PR exec was a viper of a woman who didn’t care that I wanted to deal with Everly in the least. “You ready to talk?” Piper flipped her bone-straight raven hair and kept walking without scanning in her watch to check in as she walked by the front desk.
Everly ducked her head immediately to look at the tablet instead of us. She really did hate spotlight and attention of any sort. I sighed because I didn’t catch the blue of her eyes or even a small smile from her that I would have liked to see after two weeks of us playing professional.
Piper droned on as she followed me to one of our all-gender locker rooms. My brother had implemented privacy throughout with expansive stalls and private showers so all genders could utilize the shared space. As we wove past the sauna and into my office, I wondered if Everly would text me again.
Could I text her and thank her for being good to the kids? Could I tell her I appreciated her?
