Chapter 15 - Serena

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For just a minute after he left, I allowed myself to imagine Reese in my life. Saying those sweet words to me every morning. Surprisingly, it didn't make me panic like it should. He was sweet and caring, but also rough when I needed him to be. I shouldn't be thinking about anything more than just a casual fling, but it was hard not to when he was sweet like that. In fact, I already knew I'd see him tonight and really, I couldn't wait.

When I got to the office, my jaw dropped to the floor. My always late assistant was already sitting in my office, coffee in hand. "Is the world ending?" I asked.

"Oh haha, you're a fucking comedian this morning. You're also late. I've been waiting for 15 minutes." Erica called me out and I could feel the blush creeping to my cheeks.

"You went out with Mr. Sexy and you're late because he wasn't gone this morning." She surmised.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I did. You've seen him. I can't help myself." I plopped down at my desk. "He took me to this little hole in the wall and it was so comfortable. I mean there wasn't any awkwardness at all and we actually have a lot in common. By the time we got home, I didn't even think about asking him to leave. He even offered and I asked him to stay." I shook my head. "I don't know what has gotten into me."

She gave me a pointed look, "S, you like him. That's a good thing!" I nodded, "I still don't think this can go anywhere, but I'm going to stop fighting it so hard. I'm going to talk to him tonight."

She practically squealed, "You're seeing him again tonight?"

I laughed, "I said we'll see, but since my other option is to spend the night here, I mean that's not much of a choice."

Erica smiled but didn't say anything more about it. "So, boss I'm going to need to leave early since I was here so early."

I laughed out loud. "Then you better get to work!"

I dove into spreadsheets and financials for the next few hours. In fact, I actually got a lot of work done. Around lunchtime, I got a Snapchat from Reese, a selfie asking if he would be seeing me tonight?

I replied with a selfie of my own and the caption "I hope you'll be seeing a lot of me tonight."

He texted me.

R: How about you come to my place and I make you dinner?

S: Can you cook? I don't want to die of food poisoning.

R: I guess you'll just have to chance it.

S: You're asking an awful lot.

R: What time do you get off?

S: I may leave soon, but I still haven't said I'd come.

R: Oh, you'll come.

I knew that he meant that in the dirtiest of ways. I could feel the throbbing start between my legs in anticipation of seeing him tonight. Two could play at that game.

S: You know, I really have a lot of work to catch up on.

R: You just said you're leaving early...

I went to my private bathroom and reopened Snapchat. I stripped out of my skirt and top. Standing in my bathroom at work in just my bra and thong just turned me on more, but I ignored it, focusing on my plan. I snapped a picture in the full-length mirror and sent it.

Before I even got my shirt back on I had a message from Reese.

R: Don't make me come over there.

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