Unravel Me.

Chapter 6.

Staring at my inbox with the (1) new message I bite my lip. Just this morning I received a new email that wasn't good news and now, I have an email from Nicky with all the details of my new temp job with The Outset.

Clicking on the email my eyes widen at the extensive contract before me. Wow, all this for a temporary personal assistant position for 10 weeks? But this is only temporary, right? I take my time reading over the contract. The personal assistant position is for ten weeks.

I'm not complaining when I read over a few of the benefits. Medical (the really good kind, the IF I wanted elective surgery I would only have to pay a downpayment of 2% of the actual surgeries cost), paid work trips (hmm, what kind of work trips), paid overtime (now they're speaking my language, from past experience being a personal assistant and being paid salary is the worst) and the best part, the actual pay. Weekly. $42.75 an hour to start and a possible pay increase if my employer deems my work ethic to be exceptional. I think I've hit the jackpot of all jackpots.

The Outset must really value their employees to offer this amount of pay, especially to someone who's only going to be there for two and a half months. Before I can overthink and talk myself out of what can potentially be one of the best opportunities laid before me I type my name onto all the necessary paperwork and hit send. I carefully push my laptop away from me and lean back against my headboard taking a deep breath.

I just did that.

I accepted the job offer.

Signed on the virtual dotted line.

My eyes stay closed for a few minutes before I start to think. I'm going to be starting a new job in the morning, the thought has me reeling with excitement but also anxiousness, the fluttering I feel in my belly is definitely a mixture of both. I hop off my bed and head over to my dresser drawer and find some running gear, stripping out of my sleep shorts and thin tank top. Putting on my basic go-to sportswear. Light grey sweatpants and a dark green tank top.

Pulling my hair up and into a ponytail before I slip on my running shoes that if we're being honest don't exactly see a lot of pavement these days. I mean, nobody likes to run for fun, but when I can't escape my thoughts it's either go for a run or hook up with her. I shake the thoughts from my head, better to leave that stone unturned from now until the end of days.

In other words, not today Satan.

I put my spare house key that I keep just for when I go running in my sweats pocket, lock up then head out. I've been running for about 30 minutes when I decide to stop by my favorite coffee shop and grab a muffin and decaf tea. I know if I don't do decaf this late in the evening I'll never go to sleep and that's the last thing I need with my new job starting bright and early in the morning. 7:30 am to be exact.

I take one of my earbuds out as I wait in line for the counter. I subconsciously sway back and forth on the heels of my feet as the song in my earbuds plays on. I can see out of the corner of my eye, movement coming towards me. A blur of blonde hair. It's not until I feel the tap on my arm that I turn my head making direct eye contact with forest of green.

Fuck. Me.

"Y/N, Hey" Ingrid rasped out. I take a deep breath holding back the anger that is slowly beginning to simmer inside of me. I nod my head at her before turning back to face ahead, my feet moving forward as does the line and patrons in front of me. From the corner of my eye, I can see her head survey the expanse of my body, eyes lingering on the imprint beneath my grey sweats. Her hungry gaze angers me but apparently it doesn't anger my cock, the traitor twitching in my pants with excitement.

She stands next to me in silence for a beat before speaking up again "Soooo...." I roll my eyes at her "So what Ingrid?" my voice is low as I snap at her, head turning so that my eyes are now making direct contact with hers again, a glare very prominent on my face. She may have forgotten she fucked me and paid me like a whore but I haven't forgotten.

"I had fun" her hand brushing against my forearm. Her touch lighting my skin on fire. My heartbeat quickens. Is my mind the only sane one right now? "I'm sure you did." I mumble out under my breath "I was thinking..." "Next." I look up at the barista and swallow thickly "fuck" I let out under my breath.

"Y/N!" the brunette behind the counter says my name excitedly "Daniiii" I drag out, shock lacing my voice "when did you start working here?" "Just this week." she smiles back. Remember the woman I've been trying to avoid? Yeah, that's Dani. "Great...can I get a banana nut muffin and a decaf green tea with-" "two sugars" Dani speaks up with a smile on her face "right, two sugars."

Ingrid steps closer to me, her hand goes to the small of my back and I see Dani's eyes flash with anger before the natural blues go back to their original color. "Who's this?" Dani's tone is clipped and I can tell the smile on her face is definitely forced.

"Nobody." I speak up, handing over three fives, telling her to keep the change. Stephanie, my usual barista hands me my tea and muffin and I smile at her nodding my head in thanks. I grab my goods off the counter "Bye Y/N, I'll call you, okay?" Dani calls out as I make my way out of the door of the coffee shop. I release a breath of relief.

I'm going to have to find another coffee shop and probably change my number.

"Y/N." for fucks sake. I feel Ingrid's hand on my shoulder stopping me in my tracks. I lower my head "so close" I whisper under my breath. I jerk forward and out of her hands' warm touch. "Can you turn around so I can talk to you face to face?" "No, no I can't Ingrid." the feeling of her hand slowly slipping off my shoulder, the sound of it landing softly against her leg makes me hesitate for just a moment until I shake my head with renewed clarity.

"Y/N?" she calls out, disappointment lacing her voice.

"Fuck off Ingrid."