WAYLEN
I was still here when Beth got out of the bathroom. We both knew I wouldn’t be gone. She stood in front of her closet with only a white towel wrapped around her chest. Her hair was up in a knot, and the only coherent thought in my head was: let it down. I watched the water roll down the nape of her neck and disappear into the towel. She was too far.“Beth.”
“What do you want this time?” she asked. She wasn’t facing me, but her anger was unmistakable.
I couldn’t stand from the bed, so I sat at the edge. Beth turned. Her annoyance seemed to have grown within the few minutes she was in the bathroom.
“What if I said I came for a kiss?”
She pointed at the tent in my shorts. “With that erection?”
“Fine. Sex. I want to fuck.”
She crossed her arms on her chest. “Then what?”
“I’ll give you anyth
Waylen was gone before I woke up. Though his absence saved both of us from the awkwardness that might have ensued, staring at the spot he laid twisted something strange in my chest.It was past 6, and the bed was still warm. That meant it hadn’t been long since he left. He could have informed me before leaving, but Mr. Jack Parker had a higher chance at resurrection than Waylen had at doing the right thing. I rolled off the bed, the stickiness between my legs slowing my steps. I felt strangely full.Last night was bizarre in a good way. We didn’t necessarily have sex, but his dick filled me up so well that I couldn’t separate even when I wanted to. I was stuck.But I liked it.I placed a hand over my abdomen and grinned stupidly. I had felt Waylen up here. Yeah, last night was odd. But what was even more weird was that I wanted a repeat. And our one-day-per-week arrangement was something I was looking forward to.
I didn’t stop to catch my breath until I was in front of the elevator. Footsteps pounded behind me, and I hit the button on the wall harder than before. Hank couldn’t have followed me, could he? Security would have stopped him. But they let him into the company garage.The elevator door slid open. I stepped in, and someone followed. All the air rushed out when I raised my head. The door shut, caging me in with the boss. My breath hitched. I staggered, and my back hit the wall.Waylen didn’t speak. We stared at each other for long seconds until he turned to face the door without a word. Seriously? Did he see us? Even if he did, so what? I could talk to anybody I wanted. Man or woman.“What did he want?” he whispered.Waylen’s voice was so low, but the silence carried it to my ears. I didn’t speak. Waylen shoved his hands into his pocket. His shoulders tensed, and angry waves rolled off him.&
I picked up my chopstick. It might have been Waylen’s presence, but I was super nervous, so the sticks slipped through my hand. Waylen retrieved them without a word. He positioned them in my hand and returned to minding his business. I dug into the fish, unable to take more than a bite.“You should eat. Our client may be late,” he muttered. He was already halfway into his food, acting like this was regular for us.Midway into my meal, he extracted an envelope from his breast pocket and slid it closer to my tray. I finished the rice before picking it up. What if this was my last meal as his assistant before he fired me? I ripped the envelope open, and dozens of hundred-dollar bills fell to the table. Using the tip of the chopsticks, I counted about twenty and stopped.“What’s this?” I asked.“Compensation.”I swallowed. The fish rushed up my throat, and I placed a hand over my mouth. Someon
WAYLENI haven’t spoken to Beth since she showed up at the office today. The coffee she brought me had gone cold, but I drank it all. She was on her laptop, typing away and smiling. Who was making her smile? I returned my gaze to the moving figure on my screen, the main reason I was stuck here.The video on my screen was the live feed of her room from yesterday. I only meant to watch it to be sure she was safe, but she had to walk into her room naked, and now I had a mast in my pants.Beth cocked her head slightly like she could hear my thoughts. I leveled her with a scowl, and she sneered. She was so lucky she was smart enough to include that line about not touching her without her permission in the deal. But come Saturday, I would have my chance.I shut the video, willing my erection to go to sleep. How long until she got pregnant?The council was on my neck. I couldn’t ignore them any longer. I rubbed the back of my h
WAYLENI grabbed my jacket draped over the other chair and stormed to the door. Someone was toying with me, and I didn’t take kindly to that. I stepped out right as Beth was about to walk into my office, and we bumped into each other. The impact sent her flying back. Her hands sliced through the air, reaching for me in a last-second attempt to save herself. But it was too late as her butt met the ground.Angry eyes raised toward me as she picked herself off the floor. “You could have caught me.”“You said not to touch you without your permission, remember?” She snarled, and I winked. “You should have shouted a warning or something. Called out for help.”“Right,” she spat out.“What do you need, Beth?”Panic flashed across her face. She pointed at the open door of my office and brushed past me. Walking over to the mess I made on the floor, she picked
New day. Another bullshit lie. Client? What client? Waylen didn’t have a meeting for the rest of the day. He was just not getting to me, he was under my skin, an itch that was turning permanent. I pulled out my phone, doing my hardest to ignore him while he cleared his desk. All he was good at was moving his meetings and forcing me to dates.Me: You owe me your life.Joe: He said yes?I rolled my eyes. I would never have done this if Joe wasn’t the sweetest man I knew.Me: Yes. But wait for HR to contact you.Waylen had the decency to come along with his briefcase. The ride to the restaurant was quiet. I didn’t give him a chance to strike up a conversation. All his attempt was shut down with a monotone response. We reached, and I opened my door before he could. He eyed me with a note of curiosity and slight annoyance, and it took all I had not to lash out at him.We walked side by side to the restaurant. W
It was not a request, it was an order, and the only available option was yes. We stopped at the entrance, and Waylen opened the door. Rain lashed at us, not too hard to leave damage but strong enough to plaster the ends of my ponytail to my face. Maybe Mom and Lynn stayed back at home. It was the wisest option. If they were on their way, they would have texted me. But Mom had a spare.“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.The floor was wet with rain. Rain so strong you could hardly see before a few miles. No one was outside, save for us. I nodded again, more for my sake. Waylen groaned, strapping the briefcase over his shoulder. He undid the last two buttons of his jacket.“If we make a run for it, we won’t get too wet.”Right after the words left my lips, I dashed for his car. I steeled myself for the impact of the rain on my face, but it never came. Waylen was close, his jacket held over my head like an umbrel
I pulled my knees up to my chest, glaring at the door and confused by the thoughts swimming in my head. Why was I hurt? I didn’t want to be around Waylen. That man was annoying, a fucking psychopath.A soft knock sounded on the door about five or ten minutes later. I cleared my throat. “Who?”Waylen poked his head into my living room. I tucked my relief behind a mask of annoyance.“Do you want me to stay and watch a Gerard Butler movie with you?”“If you don’t have…” I trailed off at the glare he sent my way. Nodding, I replied, “Yes.”Waylen was barely in the living room when I hopped on one leg to set up the movie. Law Abiding Citizen. It was old but one of my favorite movies of Gerard Butler.“Seen Law Abiding Citizen yet?”“What’s that?” he asked.Waylen had gotten comfortable on t