All Damn Day | Post Malone

Chapter 6

Sophie
She doesn't know what to do.

Half of her wants to run back into the main house and take him up on it before he changes his mind, and the other half of her wants to pack her bags and book a flight home, where people would never know that she'd accidentally propositioned a famous rockstar into being her first sexual partner.

Ugggh. In what world was this a problem she would have? Was it a problem? It wasn't necessarily bad, she didn't think, but it certainly was a decision she had to make, and probably soon at that. She didn't want him to change his mind....did she?

She sighs into the empty space of her room, twirling the loose end strands of her braid and staring at her ceiling. She wishes it had some type of design on it, or maybe be one of those popcorn ceilings that she could count the textured dots of. But apparently the owners of this house were too modern for such an outdated finish, and so she was stuck with the smooth white expanse above her instead.

She counts the ticking seconds as they pass—probably an ill-suited use of her time, but thinking about something like this is too much for her to process, with new points popping up in her head like that stupid whack-a-mole game she and her brother used to play at the arcade when they were little. She can't hit them back down fast enough, and she doesn't have the arm capacity to gather them all for review, so she takes the ones that are the brightest and the loudest and lets the others fall back into their holes.

Some of the points she gathers include that he's clearly willing to do this for her, for reasons she still doesn't quite understand, and that she's been intrigued by his specific brand of charm ever since her first day here. She'll put those in the plus column. He's also rather handsome, so the attraction aspect was definitely there, and he seemed to be nice enough if one chooses to overlook the name incident. He probably wouldn't be a total asshole to her, especially since he'd seemed rather distraught by the prospect of having acted in such a way towards her at all. His apology for that seemed sincere as well, and that was something she'd appreciated, unexpected as it was.

All good things.

And with that thought came all the bad things. He was technically her boss—in the way that he was technically everyone's boss, even Dre's, although he didn't act like it—and that could become potentially problematic. If it didn't go well, or she embarrassed herself somehow, she would surely have to quit her job. She couldn't stand an onslaught of embarrassing memories each time she had to measure him from mere centimeters away and she wouldn't be able to deal with any awkward tension that may arise. They barely knew each other, to boot, and she supposed she considered that a bad point as well. However, it could also be a plus, since there wasn't a history between them or a relationship on the line. Neutral, then. That was a neutral point.

How helpful.

There were more cons, too, like how she wasn't in love with him and how he was known to be a playboy. But weren't those things advantageous, in a way? She thought. Because not being in love with him offered low stakes, low risk— and wouldn't she want to be at least a little experienced for the person she did end up loving? If that ever even happens, she thought again. Unlikely at this rate. Where am I going to meet someone? In my thimble?

That brought her to another good point. Opportunity. She was never going to get a chance like this again. Not just with someone like him—there weren't people like him, to be honest—but in general. There wasn't a line of men that would jump at the chance to be with a shy, introverted virgin and promise to treat her well. Even if there was, she didn't think that line of men would be a particularly normal, non-creepy lineup with selfless motivation.