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"Oh," I replied and received the sealed envelope. I planned to open it at home, but when I saw how nervous she got, I decided to just open it then.
"I’ve been waiting all day to hear from them, to confirm if they’ve decided to reschedule the negotiation meeting. Do you think I should contact them tomorrow?"
"Let’s see what’s in the letter first," I said, and she went silent. A few seconds later, I was reading through the sent document.
"Hm," I said, and then I turned it around for her to read.
I watched as her eyes scrolled through it; her concentration was intense until she eventually realized that I had to explain to her what she was seeing.
"It’s an offer," I told her. "For the factory. The terms are the same as we agreed upon yesterday. There’s no need to see me any further; we’ve settled."
"Oh!" she said, and then her eyes brightened. At the slight trembling of her lips, then I knew she was trying to hide her smile and relief, so shaking my head I moved away from the desk.
"Goodnight, sir," she said, a bit chirpier than I had ever heard her tone. Just as I arrived at the door, however, I couldn’t help but ask.
"Have you had dinner?"
"No," she replied as she paused from gathering her things. "I’ll order something in when I get home."
I knew I was crossing the line. I knew I shouldn’t do this; however, I couldn’t help myself. I needed her body. I needed to inhale her scent and feel her heat just one more time. I needed to fuck her, the sweet relief I was gifted as a result was freaking incredible.
"Sir?" she called, and I shook my head and continued on my way.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Hannah
Iwas so freaking disappointed.
I had wished more than anything that he had invited me to go out with him. I could have gone home; however, I wanted to see him. To see if perhaps the rest of the night would hold anything else for us. However, he hesitated, or perhaps he hadn’t intended to ask me to dinner at all, and then he left.
Did that mean what had happened between us would truly be the last? I couldn’t push. He had to be the one in charge of the reins, and I had to answer to it as he ordered. However, it was freaking driving me crazy. Throughout the day, all I could think about was how it had felt to have his cock inside of me. The walls of my sex still pulsed, hungry, greedy, lonely. It felt like I was empty, and throughout the day, all I could think about and hope for was that he would fill me up once again. However, as I was now understanding, I had no choice but to accept this was most likely not going to be the case.
It made me feel sad and as a result, I didn’t want to be alone. Even though I was so exhausted, I was also reminded that it was the weekend, and I didn't need to go to work the next day.
Finally, what had to be the most hellish week of my life had come to an end, and I could finally rest and breathe. However, I was so restless I didn’t want to be alone. So, like I had done earlier that morning, I got into the cab and directed him toward Mandy’s apartment.
She was home just like I'd expected, however, when I knocked on her door and she opened it, I found that she had a towel wrapped around her hair and body.
“What's happening?” I asked, surprised. “You were in the shower when I came here this morning?”
“That was this morning,” she replied as she went in, and I followed. “Jeesh, what a long freaking day. It feels like it happened a century ago.”
“Yeah,” I replied, understanding exactly how she felt. It felt as though I had just lived several lives in the span of just one day.
“We’re going out,” she said, so I had to take a shower again. Derek’s friend is having some birthday thing at a bar. Their college friend owns the bar, It's a whole thing. It’ll be loud because there'll be drunk men everywhere, but at least it's not a club so I'm honoring the commitment.”
I immediately regretted coming over, and this time, I was going to take the subway instead of wasting even more money going home in a taxi. Sure, my salary was higher, but given that my tastes and desires had increased with it, I expected that I would still need to scrimp on money to avoid it all, and I just didn’t want to waste money.
“I'm headed home then,” I told her, but suddenly she stopped me.
“No, where the hell are you going? I’m freaking happy you're here. You're coming with me.”
“Absolutely not,” I replied. “I'm exhausted. I thought we were going to stay in and relax or something. I even told one of my colleagues that we’d be eating pizza, but that is obviously not going to be the case.”
“There’s pizza at the bar,” she said. “And if there's none, we can just order in.”
“Right,” I narrowed my gaze at her, completely unconvinced. I was determined to head home. However, as I recalled Sandra, there was truly nothing waiting for me besides haunting thoughts about my boss and perhaps my now crooked dildo. I sighed and forced myself to submit to her.
