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175. Medeira

*Natalie's POV*

Jack is my boss.

My boss!

I had sex with my boss!

I reach for the phone and I hit it wrong, it falls to the floor, and I pick it back up and start to dial his number. The phone rings and rings, so I hang up and call again. It rings for a third time and he answers.

"Hello?"

I feel immediate relief when I hear his voice, "Dad?" I blurt, it doesn't feel right but I just hear a sigh on the other line. "I'm sorry I didn't call, I forgot my phone in the truck."

"Where were you?" He asks. His voice is trembling. I feel terrible for making him worry when he's healing.

I stop, and try to think of something, "I don't think you want to know."

He's quiet on the other line, "I... understand. Forget it, I'm just glad you're okay." I can hear his voice shake again, and he takes another breath.

"I'm okay," I say, "I'm at work now, but I will be at the awards ceremony today. I'm bringing donuts."

I hear him doing the breathing exercises he's probably been teaching for years, and then he speaks.

"You know I love you right?" He says, and I resist the lump in my throat.

"I know," I say, "I love you too."

"I just want you to be safe," he says, and I feel even more guilty.

"I am safe, I'm sorry I didn't call."

"It's okay," he says and I don't reply, "I'll let you get back to work but I'll see you this afternoon."

"Okay, I love you. I set out your dress blues and a dress shirt in your office, just in case the dress blues don't fit." I see my line light up and I clear my throat, "I gotta go, I love you." I hit the button for my line and I answer.

"Hello, you've reached Special Agent Bohannon's extension, how may I take your call?"

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Twenty minutes later a cup lands on my desk, the hand no doubtedly belonging to Aeron. I look up into his eyes, blue like ocean waves crashing on a rock, I notice the way they twinkle seeing me.

"You alright love?" he looks tired too.

I nod, taking a sip to find it's perfect. "I'm just a little-"

"Exhausted?" He asks, squatting beside me. I look at him, still remembering our kiss from the other day. It's been a weird few days, the kiss with Aeron, the fight with Desmond, and the unbelievable sex with Jack. Aeron looks at my thighs, "Where'd you get these?"

I push my skirt down but I can't ignore the way my body pains when I move it. I feel like I've done a full work out five times over.

"Never you mind," I say, cutting him off. "I don't ask you about the girls you sleep with."

Aeron smirks, "No, but to be fair the last girl I slept with is sitting right beside me."

I let out a scoff to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks but I don't hide it very well. I see Bohannon talking to Jack and I avoid making eye contact with either one of them. I look back at Aeron and ask, "What's the new guys story?"

Aeron takes a long exhaustive sigh, "That's Jack Medeira, they treat him like the Prince of Wales at Quantico, but most guys think he's an asshole. Pretentious, controlling, he acts like he's the smartest fucking bloke in the whole room, Type-A, yet highly skilled and brilliant to back it up. Word has it, he's here on some-"