Desire

Three.

I couldn't shake the feeling in my stomach at how cheap I felt. In all my 23 years I had never had a one night stand. Hell, I hadn't ever slept with someone who I wasn't in a relationship with.

Why did Ryan O'Connor have such an effect of me?

I was so mad that this  pretend boundary I had sat for myself had now been crossed, so after seeing the note that he had left, I tossed it in the trash beside my bed and quickly swallowed the pain relievers and water he had left at my bed side.

Asshole. Jerk. That stupid mother fuc... Gosh he was so charming and handsome.

Stop it! Stop it now, Emery Taylor.

I was lucky in a sense I guess. Since Piper was about three sheets toward the wind last night and left with some mystery guy,  no one I associated with had seen my leave the bar with Ryan.

If I didn't tell anyone, no one would know and I found great pleasure knowing it could be my secret. One I would take to my grave.

A little after noon, I got a call from my boss asking me to come in and help out with some paper work that he didn't understand.

I didn't want to, I worked like a dog for that man. He was so unorganized and so rude that some days I wish I could tell him where to shove that job.

Of course, I went because I needed to keep my job as his secretary to pay my part of rent with Piper.

"Emery, where did you put May's report?" Jesse asked me.

Like it was my place to know.

"I'm not sure, Jesse. I printed everything you sent me from the May file, put it in a Manila folder and filed it under " May". Is it not in the filing cabinet? " I asked rolling my eyes.

"If it were I wouldn't be asking you where it was, now would I." He snapped back.

An Asshole boss and a hangover didn't pair well together.

"If I'm going to land this deal, I need to send over the last 6 months reports to show how adequate I work." He added.

"It's kind of a big deal for us to get this lender, Emery. I'm talking the difference between you and the unemployment line."

Is he seriously threatening to fire me because he can't pull a Manila folder out of his ass?

"I can reprint it. But I'll need you to resend the file." I said through gritted teeth.

"I'll make sure to deliver all these reports, myself to ensure they get where they need to be...sir."

No way was I letting his stupid ass be in control of them when I know he was the one who lost them.

"Print them twice, file them, label them. And I'll get the address for you to send them over. It needed to be done like yesterday but I had more important things to attend too." He said stalking away for my desk.

And more important things he was referring too was the underneath of Carla Jensen's dress. Those two thought no one here knew about their dirty love affair but it's sure hard to miss when you hear "Jesse, harder" every thirty seconds when she's in his office and can hear the desk chair squeak beyond their movements. They're disgusting.

I finished up printing and filing the reports and collected the address from the email Jesse had sent me earlier.

I gathered the keys to my car and headed out of the office.

I stopped to grab myself some lunch, I was famished now that I hadn't ate since last night, I took another dose of pain relievers trying to dull the ache in my skull.