Page 40 of Interning For A Billionaire

“I’ve read about some companies doing that,” she said. “They deliver soup to your address, and you have to sign for it, which is one way of knowing if you’re really there.

“That’s an idea,” I said. “But remember, I’m the boss, who’s going to be checking up on me?”

“Maybe it’ll be me,” she said, coming up to straddle me, pinning back my arms and leaning down to give me a long, lingering kiss. It was the perfect way to spend a day, lounging around my apartment, having sex, talking and occasionally taking a nap in between our bouts of coital exertion.

The last thing I was expecting, was my buzzer to go off at around two o’clock. I checked the screen, and it was Josie.

“Hi, I’ve come to check up on you, how’re you feeling?”

Shit!

Belle ran towards the bed, picking up her clothes and she quickly ran into the bathroom while I pulled on a pair of pants and a t-shirt from my floor. Then I let her in.

“I came to bring you some soup and sourdough bread,” she said, putting plastic bags on the kitchen counter. “How’re you feeling?”

I nodded and kept a straight face.

“I was sleeping all morning. The place is a bit of a mess.”

It did look very untidy, with plates of food, dirty mugs and couch pillow strewn on the floor from a pillow fight Belle and I had at some point during the night.

“It must be some bug,” Josie said. “Belle also called in sick.”

“Oh?” I didn’t want to sound too interested.

“Not that I brought her any food, obviously,” she said.

“Eh… thanks,” I said. We stood around in awkward silence for a bit.

“I think I’ll go lie down for a bit again,” I finally said.

“Yes, of course!” she said quickly, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow, hopefully.”

“Everything all right at the office?”

“Yes, all under control,” she smiled quickly at me, and I noticed that she had lipstick on her teeth. I looked away quickly and waited for her to leave.

Then I went to find Belle in the bathroom.

“Is she gone?” Belle asked and started laughing. “I can’t believe it, she actually came to check up on you?!”

“Yeah, it’s a bit weird,” I said.

She gave me a hard look.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know…” she said.

“What?”

“She’s got a thing for you!”

“No, she doesn’t,” I said quickly, maybe a bit too quickly.

“We have a good relationship.”

“Yeah!” Belle laughed. “Very good! She wanted to feed you that soup herself, preferably in bed!”

“What?” I thought how awkwardly she’d stood in the kitchen, clutching her handbag and smiling at me. Could Belle be right?

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