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“I’m really sorry,” he said and his warm hand landed on my shoulder.
“I hope you know, I’m going home now,” I said doing my best to break the tension.
His head ducked as he let out a little chuckle. Then his eyes jerked up to meet mine in the mirror once again.
Holy fiddlesticks! There was a strange intensity there that I kept telling myself that I had to have been making up. My mind was clearly playing tricks on me and my brain was spinning out of control. Because even if he weren’t gay, there was no way anyone could find me attractive right then, smelling like the vomit that had covered me.
“Yeah, not a problem. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He blinked and everything was gone. I knew I’d imagined it then. Without another word, he turned and exited the bathroom, somehow managing to take all the air out with him.
I couldnoteven begin to explain the awkwardness that had just taken place. I brushed it off, thinking that it was all on my end. It was then that I realized I might have had a tiny crush on my boss. Mygayboss.
I was as screwed.
Completely and utterly up doo-doo creek without a paddle.
Because it wasn’t just a crush.
As much as I tried to deny it, Brand made me feel things I didn’t even think existed.
