She's The Wild West

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE

I did a lot of things after Ms. Mori left the room.

I sat there is shock, unsheathed from my pants, with a splatter of mess on the couch beside me. I tried to process what just happened, found that I couldn't, and gave up. I realized that the door wasn't locked and the band wasn't playing and I was in a very compromising position. I cleaned myself and the room up the best I could, wiping everything with the t-shirt on the vanity before throwing it into the small trashcan in the corner of the room, and trying not to feel guilty about it. I fixed myself up in the mirror, and tried to blink away the haze in my eyes only to find it wouldn't leave.

Honestly, I was completely out of it. Dazedly, I made my way back to the table after stopping at a bathroom in the hall first. It was a small, unisex, single person washroom with a lock, and I swore I could faintly smell vanilla the few minutes I was in there. Then I sat down in my seat just as the awards were being presented.

Ms. Mori received her award first. I watched the most stunning woman in the universe walk across the stage and get handed a small, glass trophy, because it was decided that she was the best thing the community had seen in a very, very long time.

I tried to act normal. I ate the food when it was served, talked and laughed with Adam and Clara, took pictures with them and tried to enjoy the rest of my night even though my brain wasn't in my head.

I didn't see Ms. Mori for the rest of the night. She got swarmed by people congratulating her, asking about the organization and how they could become donors. I was vaguely aware of Mr. Brandt leaving our table to go be with her, knowing she liked him there so he could do a lot of the talking, the shmoozing, for her. She never came back to the table. At 9:00pm I walked out of the ballroom, to the front of the hotel, and found Ms. Mori's SUV waiting. Mr. Alcott told me he would be taking me home and that Ms. Mori had other ride arrangements for herself.

Then I was laying in my dormroom bed. I was surrounded by gold and wealth and music and then I was laying in a twin bed, alone, trying to block out the sound of Dougie snoring and the crinkling of all the papers under his body as he rolled around. That daze never cleared. It stayed with me while I showered, and got ready for bed, and as I slipped a twenty dollar bill into the pocket of Dougie's suit jacket before hanging it back up on his side of the closet.

I fell asleep dazed, like the night I had might not have even been real, with not a single thought clouding my mind.

I woke up with every single thought in my mind.

Holy fricking guac.

The scene replayed in my head and I knew my shower was going to have to be freezing.

I can't believe that happened. I can't believe that happened with my boss. I can't believe that happened with my boss, Veea Mori, CEO of The Kitaru Organization.

Some of the thoughts were a bit repetitive.

I can't believe I have work before class today!

I went through the motions of getting ready for work, lucky that everything I was doing was muscle memory since there was no way I would've been able to pay attention to anything.

The first thing I felt... was horny. Really, really, really fricking horny from the memory of her hands and her tongue and the things she said to me. After the horny came confusion. I had a million questions and no one but myself to ask.

Why did she do that? The obvious answer was that she did it because she wanted to, because she felt like it, but for some reason that answer didn't feel like enough.