Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” I set down the mugs on the nightstand.
“I looked at the time and realized how late it was…”
“So?” I got back into bed, sitting up against the headboard. “You got somewhere to be?”
When she smiled, there was a hint of color to her cheeks, like my offer was music to her ears. She probably didn’t want to overstay her welcome and wanted to duck out like she was some one-night stand.
But she wasn’t a one-night anything. I patted the sheets that were now on top of me.
She unzipped the dress and let it fall once more before she opened one of my drawers and helped herself to a t-shirt. Then she came back to bed, her makeup cleaned up a bit, and snuggled into my side.
“Want to watch football?” I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
She rested her face on my neck and released a happy sigh. “I’ll watch anything, Dex.”
We ordered a pizza and spent the day in bed watching football, even though our previous interactions had always been at the office or work-related. It was a drastic shift in our relationship, but it somehow felt right.
My phone kept vibrating on my nightstand, but I pretty much ignored it.
She’d left her purse in the living room, so she’d been off the grid all day.
When it was getting late, I knew it was time for her to go. I needed to do some paperwork for tomorrow and also hit the gym.
She seemed to have the same thought because she sat up, my t-shirt fitting her in a baggy but sexy way. “I should get going…”
“Yeah, I have stuff I gotta do.” We didn’t really talk much about anything, so I thought we should now. “I think it would be best if we act like there’s nothing between us while we’re at work. I just…think we should stay professional. Unless you feel otherwise.”
“No, I completely agree. We have so many things we have to handle, and we can’t afford to lose our focus and make a mistake. I think our professional relationship should remain steady and constant, regardless of what happens between us.”
I had no idea where this was going to go, and there was a chance it would end with us going our separate ways. I never wanted to lose her as my assistant or my friend. “I want to give this a chance, but I can’t promise anything. So…I’d really like it if we could promise that we’ll still be colleagues and friends if we decide it’s not going to work out.”
She nodded. “I promise. I really love my job, and it’s so important to me that I’m not leaving for anything, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
I nodded. “I promise too.” That was a shitty conversation on the cusp of a brand-new relationship, but at least it was out of the way. “Let’s get dressed, and I’ll take you home.”
“Dex, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be perfectly fine.”
“I insist.” If there was one chivalrous thing I’d learned from my dad and brother, it was to take care of your woman. Sicily was my woman now. “Especially wearing that little number.”
She dropped her gaze and gave a smile, no resistance.
“You want to go out to dinner this week?”
When she looked up, her eyes were brighter than I’d ever seen them. “I’d love to.”
Our work lives hadn’t changed.
I thought it might be a little different, but she behaved exactly the way she used to, so it made it easy for me to do the same. It was all business and no play. If she ever came into my office for something, she didn’t even look at me the way she did when we were in bed together.
Her outfits were as distracting as ever, so that hadn’t changed either. Other than the fact that I knew what she looked like underneath those clothes. I could see those tits anytime I wanted. Just had to close my eyes.
It was lunchtime at the office, so she brought my food and set it on my desk in front of me.
I was going over the chart of the patient I just saw, her notes automatically filled in because we shared our documents between us. It was helpful to have her make notes about the patient’s features, mental state, the descriptions of their physical pain and condition, and all I had to do was look over it and clarify a couple things and add my own comments. It saved me a lot of time.
“A veggie burger and a salad.” She placed the food on my desk, out of the bag and container that she picked it up in so I could eat it without making any trash. “Have you checked the account lately?”
“Not since last night.” I pulled my eyes away from the computer.