Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I go through another full set before I let myself check for new messages.
She didn't send anything.
I have no idea what that's supposed to mean. She did all that typing and didn't send anything?
Those nerves riddle their way up again, but I shove them down. Back to the weights. I pick up a set, determined to finish what I started, trying not to get in my head over a text.
A cold sweat breaks out over my shoulders as I push myself even harder. Determined to finish strong and then text her the first fucking thing that comes to my mind.
I want you again.
I’m glad you enjoyed it too.
Next time maybe we should try a bed.
I smirk at the last thought and exhale a deep steadying breath.
I finish my set and pick up my phone. My heart pounds like it did when I signed the paperwork to buy the bar, only a hundred times harder. I'm more nervous than I ever was in high school when homecoming and prom were the events of the year. In fact nothing in high school ever felt this intense, but in a good way. I have to follow that feeling.
And I have to do it now, because Renee’s not scheduled to work the next two days, and I can’t stand waiting that long.
Griffin: Want to go bowling or something?
Tossing down the phone I grab a towel to wipe off but keep my eyes on the screen.
There's another minute of silence from Renee. I use the time to run a sanitizing wipe over my weights. I flip off the basement lights and climb the stairs, towel over my shoulder, then stand in front of the fridge and fill a glass with chilled water.
I'm drinking it when my phone goes off.
Renee: That might look like a date, and this is just pretend, right?
My whole body heats up and my heart rate picks right back up. The time we spent at the bar last night repeats in my head, and I'm hard in no time.
This is just pretend, right?
Setting the glass down, I stare at the text. I don't know what to respond, because I don't know if this is a test or not. Does she want me to say it is pretend? Or does she want me to say I don’t want it to be pretend?
At this point I just want more of her. Whether that’s hooking up in secret or going out on dates. Whatever she wants, I want. So I decide to tell her just that.
Griffin: Well what is it that you want? I’m fine with whatever you’d like
Her response is instant.
Renee: Why don't you take me to the drive-in movie theater?
Okay, that's definitely a date, even if we pretend that it's not. No one in town sees. We get to take it slow. I’m down for that. Nodding my head as I type I agree.
Griffin: Hell yeah I'll take you to the drive-in movie
Renee: Cool :) Tell me when.
Before I can look at my schedule and reply she messages again.
Renee: Have you looked at the snow this morning? It might be the prettiest snow I've ever seen
I smile down at the screen.
Some of my nervousness fades away. I put down the phone, stretch my arms over my head, and take another look at the snow outside my house. It's pretty, but nowhere near as pretty as Renee. I catch myself smiling at the memory of how gorgeous she was last night, before and after she was naked on that bar, which is a clear sign that I'm stuck on this girl. I decide to be cheesy and this time I don’t worry about it at all. I’m sure she’ll tease me over it, and I’ll enjoy that too.
Griffin: I did, it’s not as pretty as you
Renee
It’s snug and warm under my blanket on the couch in my apartment, and I know I should get up and get going. I don't have work today, but there are things I could get done around the apartment. And sitting here, just letting my mind wander isn’t doing me any good. I keep finding myself biting my nails. It’s a bad habit to kick.
I could bundle up and go for a walk in the snow. I could journal and try to figure out where I'm at in terms of my goals.
But I can't do anything, because my mind is just a blank buzz. I'm going back and forth between feeling amazing about last night, like I got something I wanted and got away with it and everything is fine...
And feeling like I ruined everything.
I don’t know what to think but having a fling with my boss is not at all going to end well. I know exactly how this story ends and I can’t believe I let myself fall for him.