u
t brea
unt. The type of breathing people do when they're
hasn't sa
ke I'm the delivery gir
" he says, voice
h, shou
al, unforgiving click. And for a se
to look. I don't kn
ts ago. Like I didn't fall apart beneath him with his hand gripping my thigh and
e. That this is part of some bigger...thing. But if i
he sa
it
gestion. It la
me tight and trembling. My skirt rides up a little when I sit, and
sk questions. What the h
in the best way possible and t
otice the tension thickening the air like fog. I pretend I'm f
n knots. Because wh
at's no
in his jaw, the way he blinked too ha
h
s up a sleek black folder. His fingers are precise and
rize it," he says, tone flat and efficient. "Meetings, calls, events. If I'm there, you'
freeze on
"You do not speak unless spoken to. You do not linger. You do not initiate pers
ng. What did hell kin
ld. He's taller than I remember. Broader in this lighting.
ly, "you do not look me in the
words - it's the way he says the
ly. "Unders
word ta
hen he looks away, as if I've burned him. He pulls a print
eting with regional heads at 1:00. You'll stay outside the rooms unless oth
pen is the only
te needs before I have to voice th
f my cheek hard eno
d pulls his tablet toward him, dis
here... where
en he lifts one hand without looking, gesturing to the small
e says. "O
iou
uickly.
ion on ice. My chest feels like it's splin
r opens slightly, and
e in this situation. "Just got off the call with l
say Mr. Grande do
ers. "I'm ready
s a polite little nod. "Miss
mile. "Yes,
t idea, Pa
s briskly, so I take the hint. I rise fro
sit. I try to focus, try to breathe, try not to feel like a kicked dog. I feel
hear fo
discussing, more like gossipi
s. I keep my head down, but I heard him stop mid-s
you doing?
jerks up
ed a sin. "You're supposed to be shadowing m
ce deeper tha
r, nearly knocking it ba
hout a second glance. Mr. Paul gives me a ti
ere, halfway to the elevator, so
his
being
ing pu
moaning at his touch, in a hotel bed whe
a moment, that it mig
i
ssional, I'll giv
my folders and follow, but m