“I’m changing the employee handbook. This is bullshit. I don’t want to hide, not be able to take you on dates, because you’re my employee. You’re so much more than that, ‘Lo,” he says reaching for my hips and guiding me into the fold of his body.
I love that he calls me ‘Lo, no one has ever called me that. Not family and certainly not friends.
“I know, but I promise. Let’s get through the next couple of months and we can be more open. I don’t want people thinking I got this job because I was with the boss. You know how much I love working here and how hard it is out there and it being gossip central. We can have dinner dates at my place or yours. Please,” I’m practically begging him.
He locked his door when he pulled me into his office to have this discussion, so when he pulls me to the couch and sits down he places me in his lap, I straddle him. My work skirt hiking up and I stop talking when I see him staring down at my legs and where I can feel his firmness.
“Fuck, ‘Lo. What you do to me,” he tells me staring into my eyes as he nestles me closer so our most intimate parts are touching.
“Evan,” I moan. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s only Evan that brings out this deep seated need for him.
“We’ll do things your way. For now,” he states as he pushes his hips up into me and I gasp and as he’s bringing his hips up he’s pulling my hips down. I tip my head back and moan out loud.
“Shhh, ‘Lo. We have to be quiet or we’re going to have an audience and as much as I want the world to know you’re mine, and I’ll be damned if they hear your moans that are for me, and for me only,” he growls as our lips meet. We’re kissing and both of us are grinding into each other when his desk phone rings.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. He ignores it but as soon as it stops, it seems like it rings right again.
“Shit, that must be important. I’m sorry. I have to get the phone, Baby,” he’s exasperated. I can hear the want and need in his voice too.
“That’s okay. I need to get out on the floor before the others start rolling in,” I tell him as I straighten my skirt and blouse.
“See you tonight, ‘Lo. I’ll meet you at your place when I get out of here and I’ll pick up dinner,” he states as he reaches the phone that is still incessantly ringing.
I walk out the door and take a deep calming breath and get ready for another afternoon of work. I’m taking on less doubles and watching my pennies everywhere I can. I was burning out fast and I can’t afford to burn out and fall asleep standing up on the job.
My day flies by with ease and by six o’clock, I’m clocking out and heading for home. I want to clean up my house, shower, and turn down the air conditioner I kicked up to eighty degrees. When I got last month’s power bill for May, I almost fainted and decided to keep the air off as much as I could and sleep under the ceiling fan. With Evan coming over, I can’t really walk around in just a pair of boy shorts and tank top. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, but I’m not ready for that next step. I’m a virgin. Yes, at the ripe age of twenty-one. I am in fact a virgin. Something my friends have made fun of many times. They didn’t understand life was too hectic for me to date, party, and live the high life most teenagers do. I kept my head down, worked, and kept a roof over my head.
I shake my head of these thoughts and drive home.
10
Evan
The phone that kept ringing, well it just kept on ringing. One problem after a fucking other. I was ready to throw my desk phone up against the wall and walk away today. Unfortunately that didn’t help. Our delivery trucks got held up in some festival traffic the town is putting on, and, while I love everything about this small beach side community, getting deliveries on time is the hardest part. When I got the order for the liquor we needed, it was another nightmare. It’s summer, sure we’re going through more than we did with it being tourist season, but the numbers weren’t adding up, which makes me think someone is skimming off the top. I had to pull Daniel in and have another damn meeting. Keeping me from at least seeing Harlow on the floor.
I rub my temples as Daniel says, “I’ll pull the video footage up and see what’s going on. Either Lacey is pouring too much or bottles are mysteriously going missing.”