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Hazel
"How long did you think you could keep this a secret from me?" Emma asks. "I'm offended."
I shush her and glance around the break room. It's still semi-empty, besides us and a coworker checking his phone while he waits for the microwave to heat his lunch.
I couldn't resist telling her about Archer and me. It's been three weeks, and since we’re always together and Emma picks on these things, she may as well know now. I was tired of making excuses whenever she asked me to have lunch with her.
"Hazel Dillon, you dirty slut," she says, then taps my ass. "Dang, girl, you aim high."
I chuckle. "Hey, it happened."
"It happened?” She pouts, glances around, and lowers her voice. “It's like me saying I'm dating John Cena. Doesn't just happen."
"Hey, if your landlord doesn't pan out?—"
"It won't. I'm completely single again. And looking for a new place to live."
"There you go. Maybe next time?—"
"Enough about me. I mean, you're sleeping with the boss. Does it change anything? Are you like the mayor's wife now? Can I petition for different shifts and a manager replacement at the front desk?" She winks. I know she can't stand her current manager. Poor Emma.
"No. And stop saying I'm sleeping with the boss. You're the only person who knows, and I hope it'll continue that way." The only person besides my dad. I had to come clean, and he handled it better than expected. I can't say he's thrilled that Archer is much older than me, but he wasn't completely pessimistic about it. I guess Dad being a glass-full type of person has paid off. All those cheesy lines he read on pillows at TJ Maxx weren’t for nothing.
Emma chews her lower lip. "It'll put our friendship to the test, but sure, I won't tell anyone."
"Good."
"Can I tell my neighbor? She doesn't count because she doesn't know you and doesn't work here."
I roll my eyes. "Fine. Your neighbor, and that's it."
She squeals. "So, is he everything you imagined? Like, in bed?"
Heat washes over my cheeks and dips down my neck and chest. Damn. Archer over-delivers, but I don’t want to share our private moments with anyone but my journal, which has also kept me busy. "Yes," I say simply.
She widens her green eyes. "Damn. Girl, you're in love."
"What? No." I look away.
"It's written all over your face. I hope he's good to you."
If my cheeks were hot before, now they're burning up. I touch my chest. Will my heart find a decent pace and will stick to it? Shit.
If she can tell so easily… can Archer?
23
Archer
"Are you sure you're ready?" I ask when Hazel grinds her ass against me.
We've been fooling around in my living room, with her wearing a dress. She's finally told me what she wanted tonight. Notes of a sultry ballad swirl in the background, along with half-eaten pasta and the flowers I bought for her.
"Yes. I want it all the way tonight," she says, implying she wants to try anal for the first time. “Daddy,” she adds, using the word she says whenever she’s feeling especially naughty. I’ll take it. I’ll take anything she gives me.
We've talked about anal sex, we teased, and every other time we've made love, I manipulated her channel, stretching it, getting her used to the pressure. I didn't want to do something she wasn't ready for, but tonight, she's made her choice.
