Live, Laugh, Loathe

Chapter 8: Drew

I was right.

Damon was the best lay of my life. And I've had sex with plenty of women before, so I know what good sex is.

We're still connected and delirious from our orgasms. Within minutes though, I feel his mood change. His body stiffens and not in the fun way.

Gently, slowly, as if afraid of what we've just done, he pulls out. We both look down and watch as his cum seeps out of me.

Oops.

"Fuck." He's still staring at it like it will go away if he looks long enough. "I didn't... Drew, I'm so sorry, I didn't even think." I tip up his chin, so he looks at me and not the evidence of our irresponsibility.

"Damon, I forgot too. It's fine. I have Plan B at home, I'll pop a pill, and we won't have any issues. Unless you've got an STI, I don't know about?"

"No! No, I am clean. I haven't had sex in probably six months at this point, and my last STI test was right before you started." At the mention of work, his gaze shutters, and I know what he's about to say before the words come tumbling out of his mouth.

"This was a mistake."

Ugh, spare me. I push him away, awkwardly hopping down from his desk while trying to right my skirt.

"Damon, shut up. We're both consenting adults who had an itch that needed to be scratched. Now we can move on." I turn and quickly move towards the door, furiously rebuttoning my blouse. I need to just get home.

"Drew?" I turn. He's still at his desk, pants rezipped. Hair a complete mess, and a look of total regret on his face. "If you feel like you need to involve HR, I won't put up any kind of fight. This is on me."

Ok, now I'm angry.

"Listen, and listen good Damon, because I will only say this once. You. Did. Not. Take. Advantage of me. What we just did was fulfill a need we've both had for months as consenting adults. Now I'm going to walk out of this office, go home and sleep. And when I get back to work tomorrow, I expect you to act like nothing happened and treat me like you've always done. With respect and understanding. We're going to stop teasing each other and dancing around our attraction. It's done. It won't happen again."

He just nods, hands running anxiously through his hair. I'm gripped by the sudden need to go comfort him. Where the hell is that coming from?

Minutes later, we both enter the elevator. He moves to the back and leans against the wall. Our eyes are locked on the reflection on the doors. He looks so lost. Full of longing. I have no idea how I look; I'm too busy watching him. But I imagine it's a similar expression.

The elevator dings and opens to the lobby, we walk out in silence. He stays a few feet behind me, like he wants to walk beside me but knows he doesn't have the right to. I feel his eyes on me, even as I exit and head to the corner to grab a cab. It's too late to safely use the subway, especially when my hair and clothes are a mess. His driver is there, waiting for him, but he stays on the curb, watching until I'm safely in a cab. Once it pulls away, I'm unable to stop the tears that start to flow.

We scratched the itch, so why do I feel so empty?

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Drew: I had sex with him.

Carly: GIRL

Carly: ARE YOU SERIOUS???

Carly: DEETS! WE NEED DEETS!

Francine: How are you? Did he coerce you? Do you need anything?

Carly: Fuckin-A Francie, why do you have to be a party pooper?

Francine: He's her BOSS. He inherently holds power over her! It's not just automatically consensual.

Carly: Wow, way to make me feel like a complete dick!

Francine: That's not what I meant! I'm sorry! I just want to make sure that she's ok.

Ten Minutes Later

Carly: Do you think she's ever going to follow up?

Francine: I don't know, maybe we should go over there?

Carly: Hellllooooooo earth to Drewwwwww! You gonna give us an update?

Drew: We had sex at the office. It was hot, quick, and amazing. But he freaked out after and ruined it. Safe to say we will not be repeating that in the future. Now let's never talk about it again.

Carly: You got it, babe.

Francine: Boss? What boss? Don't know him.

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I'm not sure what I expected when I got in this morning, but the cold shoulder wasn't it. He looks like he got about as much sleep as I did, and his tie is askew. I just barely hold back from straightening it for him.

"One of the other assistants is attending this next meeting, so we won't need you to attend." He says it so casually, with absolutely zero expression, as he passes by on the way to the elevators. He can barely look at me.

I guess this is how it's going to be, then. Wonderful.

Just, so wonderful.