Act Two // Book One

Chapter Fifteen

Samantha spent most of the night staring at her ceiling while she desperately tried to get the feeling of Harry's body being so close to hers out of her head.  She could feel him like he was still standing next to her.  She could still feel his fingers brushing hers.  His hand squeezing hers.  His mouth next to her skin.  The memories were unrelenting. 

She just wanted sleep.  A few moments of unconsciousness where she wouldn't have to think about the fact that she and Harry had connected so intensely she could feel it in her bones.  Sure it was over tragedy, but she had never felt someone so quietly understand her pain.  It shocked her. 

She wanted more.

Being this enamored with your boss was ill advised.  Samantha needed to remember that he paid her.  And that she had no right to expect any more out of him.  He would probably bark some order at her when she got to work in the morning and kill all of her compassion anyway.

Samantha rolled onto her side, staring out her window to the brick wall of the building next to hers.  It was ridiculous to be this out of control focused on Harry after one brief moment of bonding.

But it wasn't one brief moment.  It was everything.  And it meant the world.

She glanced over at the glowing numbers of her alarm clock.  It was 4:48 in the morning.  She hadn't slept a wink.  She needed to be awake in an hour and a half to make it to Harry's.  And now she knew what she had to do.

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Samantha was half relieved and half let down when she realized that Harry wouldn't be at the house all day when she finally made it to work.  Though he did leave her a personally hand written note telling her he'd be out all day with Lou and Harry getting ready for a benefit he had later at the London Museum of Art. 

She simultaneously didn't want to see his face and wanted to see his face.  Would he still be so combative with her?  The existence of the handwritten note told her otherwise.  The Harry she'd started working for wouldn't have even bothered to tell her he'd be out all day much less have written her a handwritten note explaining his whereabouts.

He even signed his name to it with a little curly Y.  Samantha stuffed the note into her purse quickly when Jeri walked into the room.  She set down her squirt bottle and tore off her rubber gloves,

"Ugh...finally, I finished dusting this house.  It took me almost a month but everything has finally been relieved of the two inches of dust."

Samantha nodded, her mind still stuck on the note in her purse,

"Uh huh, great."

Jeri studied her for a few moments,

"So the boss is out of the house all day huh?"

Samantha nodded again, her hand mindlessly scratching at Rufus' ears,

"Uh huh."

Jeri raised her eyebrows,

"We should throw a kegger...I could install some stripper poles...I'm sure he has a ragin' sound system there in the front room.  I could announce it on social media."

"Go ahead."  Samantha answered.

Jeri leaned forward onto the counter,

"Um, you're not paying a bit of attention to anything I said.  What the hell is going on with you?"
Samantha finally looked up at her, her head shaking,

"I'm so sorry.  I just have a lot going on."

"That much is obvious.  What are you thinking about?"