Page 29 of Bossy Grump's Secret

Oh, I will wait.

"But seriously, we must do this…to control our urges. I don't think it's worth getting fired."

To this, he just shrugs casually and says, “We won’t.”

I don’t know whether he’s bragging about his immunity…because I know I have none, or it’s our sheer coincidental luck not to get caught. Either way, I do not want to find out.

"Yes. I know," he clarifies. "We actually did what we shouldn't have done. I'm not saying I regret it... I'm just saying, but we should try not to do it again."

Wow.

"I don't think it'd be that easy," I chuckle.

"I looked for every way to tell you and even thought of not telling you at all." He scratches his head sheepishly.

"So, we have a deal?" I stretch out my hand for a shake.

"I guess we do, in that case." He takes my hand and shakes it earnestly. We keep our hands bobbing up and down for an abnormal period for a shake, looking hard at each other, probably to catch an emotional loophole or a whiff of sarcasm before we finally disband.

"So, uh. See you in the evening, I guess?" I shrug as I step backward. He does the same thing.

"Ditto," he croaks and makes a heart with his fingers. "Now, get back to work." He flashes the most beautiful smile that humanly exists and disappears around the corner.

Well. In every scenario, that went really well. Too well, in fact. So much so that as I continue toggling linen, all I can think about is whether he is being sarcastic.

It's still a win for me, I guess. Another reason to avoid him is if he catches me again and tells me he was only joking, I'd say I've lost my ability to differentiate between sarcasm and straight talk.

Staff takes intermittent lunch break at various times to ensure that the grounds are not completely vacant of workers. However, Lily and I still ensure we are on the same break schedule. Today, I feel it’s safe enough to tell her everything.

"Hold on!" She stretches her hands out and pushes the air in front of her with her eyes closed. "You guys... did what?"

I look around to making sure no one's listening. The lunchroom is loud enough for everyone to be out of earshot, but still, I lean in and repeat myself, "Yes, we had sex in one of the guest rooms." Then I sit back and watch her freak out.

First, her face turns tomato red, and then she pants. I should have confessed this in our room, where we'd be alone, and she'd have the liberty of raving.

When she finally calms down, she looks at me again and insists, "Tell me all the details. Did he touch your..." I cover her mouth before she can utter anything grotesque while eating.

"I don't know what you want to say, but no. He didn't touch me..." I left the statement open just as I made her leave hers.

She relaxes and goes back to her meal. "But you'll give me the details later, right?" she asks again.

"I can't corrupt you with such ruthlessly erotic knowledge, baby girl," I purr. "You'll have to get your own experience first."

I know she'd sooner get swallowed by a whale than allow herself to get approached by a guy, but eventually, she will have to. I'm going to make the...as much as it kills me. As far as I know, she's had a few crushes. She has clarified that she wanted them to remain crushes, but she has the devil as a friend. One of these boys will get lucky soon.

"How many times have you done it?" she asks with a full mouth.

"Once. We made a deal not to do it again, though."

She nearly spits her bolus out.

"You got to be kidding me. Why!?" she cries. Her face looks like she just screamed at me, even though her voice is not more than an exaggerated whisper.

"Why not? It's not a safe ground," I shrug.

"We have a room." She folds her hands and reclines in her chair.

I'm deprived of the pleasure, and she's getting angry. What’s the logic?

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