I Love Her Anyway

Chapter 8

After taking a short nap with Brendon in his bed, you both eventually get up and get redressed. He’s so sweet, careful to package all of your new clothes in a bag, giving you a bottle of water for the road, then escorting you into his car. You kiss him again and again before you leave the driveway, never wanting to leave. All of this is so beautiful, so amazing, nothing like you had ever experienced. Although your body feels a little sore and you are extremely tired, you can’t help but admit this is the best night you’ve ever had. Especially with Brendon by your side. When you brush your teeth, slip on pajamas, and get into your bed, you hear an unfamiliar text tone. You pick up your cellphone, but realize it isn’t that, before going to search for your work phone. There’s a message from him, and it makes your heart skip a beat as you go to open it up. “Thank you for one of the best nights of my life. Sweet dreams, y/n.” You can’t respond fast enough.

               When you get dressed for work the next morning, you’re sure to wear one of the lingerie he’s bought you. You smile at the fact that you still smell like his soap. You slip on a baby blue blouse and a white skater skirt as well as some heels and then grab a muffin and head out the door once you hear the obnoxious honking, rushing down the driveway and slipping into the shotgun seat of your father’s car. “Enjoy the movie last night?” he wonders.

               “U-uh yeah,” you nod a bit too eagerly. “It was great. Had a fun time shopping too.”

               “Who all came?” he asks.

               “Um, you know, the usual,” you shrug, rambling off a list of your friends.

               “Hey, I don’t mind you staying out that late since it is summer and you are just a kid, but do remember to get up for work when you have it,” he reminds. “You were cutting it close this morning.”

               “I know,” you insist. “I’m sorry about that.” You take a bite of your muffin and stare out the window, trying to figure out if last night was all a dream or actually real.

               “I’m glad you had fun though,” he smiles. “Even though you’re working, it’s important to enjoy your summer too.”

               He drops you off at the coffeeshop this morning without you mentioning it, and you walk in and grab the orders before making your way to the office. When you knock, the door opens immediately, and Brendon grabs you by the hips and kisses you, almost making you spill the coffee. “Sir!” you whine, trying to keep your balance as he attacks your neck with his mouth and closes the door.

               “Sorry,” he blushes, pulling away. “I just, I couldn’t stop thinking about you since last night.”

               “Oh, I’m sure,” you roll your eyes, handing him his cup.

               “Like you weren’t,” he scoffs playfully.

               “Give me my errands and let’s get to work already,” you sigh. “I don’t have time to mess around.”

               “Alright,” he raises his eyebrows, surprised. “Whatever you say, Miss Jackson.”

               You spend the morning delivering newsletters to each of the departments, updating the information on the human resources associates, creating a spreadsheet of the intern salaries, and sorting documents into folders on a flash drive. You’re coming back into the office after having run a couple files down to the receptionist when you check the clock. Lunchbreak. You shudder at the thought of what he might have planned for you today. Your body tingles at the possibilities. You saunter over to his desk and lean on the edge, head propped up on your hands, ass sticking out. “About finishing up?” you inquire.