More Than Manager

chapter seven

chapter 7//None of my Business

My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I might regret this in the morning, but I don't care at this point. Roger and I need to talk before I loose my mind.

I press Roger's phone number into the keypad on the side table and wait for him to pick up. I hope this is the hardest part. I'm waiting nervously, laying on the couch, my elbow propping me up on the armrest.

"Hello?" I hear Roger's raspy voice over the phone.

"Hey, Roger? It's Samantha," I try to say confidently, even though I'm shaking.

"Oh, hey, Sam. What's up?" His voice changes dramatically happier.

"Um, I was wondering if you wanted to come over. I think we should talk," I bury my head into the pillow behind me, waiting anxiously for his reaction.

He hesitates for a moment which makes me 10x nervous than I already was.

"Uh, right now?" He finally says quietly.

Shit, I'm getting nervous. "Oh, uh...only, um, only if you're okay with it. I mean we can do another ti-"

Roger cuts me off by laughing confidently, "Yeah, I'm on my way."

I put the phone down and head upstairs to change out of my outfit of the day into my gray sweatpants and a comfy crop top. I look at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath. I think Brian's asleep by now, and if he's not, I surely hope he doesn't come downstairs. Before I go down, I spray a bit of perfume - just in case.

I wait in the living room, pacing back and forth. I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna say to him, I just know I need to say something. There's no way he doesn't feel awkward about us too...Right?

After what seems like ages, he finally rings the doorbell. Brian comes out of his room. "Who is it?" He shouts down.

"Um, just a friend, don't worry about me!" I shout back up. I think he's heard enough about Roger for today.

I take a deep breath and open the door. He's standing there, wearing tight leather pants and a white button up, which has one too many buttons undone. I tilt my head toward the inside, motioning for him to come in.

I close and lock the door behind him as he walks in and begins to take his shoes off.

"Actually, um, you should probably keep those on. Brian might see them." He smirks but I don't react.

I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea.

"So why do you want me here, at such a late hour, hm?" He says in almost a whisper.

I think carefully about how I want to respond, but all I can come up with is, "Let's sit on the couch."

When we get there, I realize this is not going to end well, not matter what happens.

I put my elbow on the pillow behind the couch as it holds up my hand. He sits with his legs crossed on the couch eagerly. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for my response from his question before.

"I, um...I don't know what to say. Honestly. I don't know what's going on between us, but, um, it needs to change. And, um, I don't know how to fix it."

Roger furrows his brows as if he doesn't understand what I'm trying to say.

But then suddenly, his face relaxes, "Oh," he mouths, "I know what you mean."

I hesitate, "You do?" I say skeptically.

"Mhm," he scoots closer to me, so close I can almost taste the alcohol from his lips.