I can’t risk custody of my kid over a woman who’s using me for educational purposes. I have to keep my head straight, but right now the only thing clear is that I love her.
Twelve
Natalie
Oursexybubbleburstswhen my phone rings. It’s time that I would normally be showing up for work.
The main secretary is checking on me. “We expected Mister Adams to be gone. The Eggplant Canyon mudslide made big news in Peach Bottom Valley, but you’re not here either. You’re always prompt.”
“I was dropping a contract off at his house. You know, he’s my brothers’ neighbor, so I was in the neighborhood when it happened.”
Lincoln busies himself as I navigate the conversation away from exactly where I spent the night, to questions about what I had scheduled for the day and whether I’ll be able to work remotely.
Apparently, Lincoln hadn’t given me as much space as I thought, because he holds his laptop up and quietly says that I can use it for the day.
By the time I wrap up with her, Lincoln has taken a shower and fired up his desktop computer. Bummer since I’d hoped for a lesson on the infamous shower sex.
I walk up behind Jefferson, who’s on the phone, I think with the same person as earlier, and wrap my arms around him.
He pats my hands and says to the other person. “Give me a few minutes, I’ll be there.”
Then just as quickly as he’d hung up earlier, he cuts the call off, spins around, hugs and kisses me, then peels my arms from his waist.
“Where are you going? Did they get the road open?”
“Not yet. I’m meeting a neighbor.”
“Oh, you sounded so serious, and look so serious, I thought it was a business call.”
“Sort of.” He pushes me away and the distance feels like more of a chasm than an arm’s length.
“Is your neighbor helping with your new security company?”
His jaw flexes and he inhales. “We’ll talk later.”
Such a tiny statement that emphasizes how huge the chasm is. I asked for lessons and I’m getting them. For example, people are prone to saying things in the heat of passion, that they might not say otherwise. I unwind his “I love you” from my heart. Lesson learned.
“I didn’t mean to pry.”
“I’ll explain later when we have more time. I have to go.” He pecks the top of my head then rushes out of the room so fast it’s unlikely he hears my agreement.
What did I expect? Giving myself a mental shake, I head for the shower alone.
On my way, I veer toward Lincoln, who’s on the phone. He waves me off and puts a finger to his lips. That’s right, I’m a secret.
Yep, I’ve officially mastered the ‘back to reality’ lesson. I don’t fault him for the awkwardness. We agreed to keep it private until we figure it out…or did he mean until he’s tired of me. My mind trails back to the idea of how few relationships actually last.
I heard that his previous admin left because he was too demanding. Other than his weird habit of rarely looking directly at me, we work great together. People often use me as a go-between because I’m easier. Will that still be the case now that we’ve been intimate? Will I become the infamous ‘last admin’?
This is all happening pretty fast, but I need to look out for myself. I could request a transfer to a different department if our work relationship gets uncomfortable. Hopefully, it won’t come to that.
Until the road is clear, I’ll take all the lessons I can get. My heart gets super comfortable again. Too comfortable. There will be fallout if this goes wrong.
I do the best I can getting ready without my normal hygiene products and makeup. Guess it’s a casual day at work. At least my panties are dry. I don’t have any video calls so I enjoy Lincoln’s t-shirt, immersing myself in being his.
He made it very clear that I am…in the heat of passion. The dynamic of sex and power that strengthened me becomes a double-edged sword, and I’m the only one in this who doesn’t know how to wield it.
I’ve made myself a spot on the couch when I see Jefferson walking back to the house. Diving into my work with more focus than necessary, I plan to use my power to keep from swooning at their feet every time they walk into a room.