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She flushes, and I realize I don't actually know why Alex came to work for me. Apparently, being my executive assistant isn't her ultimate dream job, but I don't know what is. There's a lot I don't know about her. She's gorgeous and funny and sweet. Have I been playing into the pompous billionaire stereotype by just taking her for granted? I’ve asked her before about why she wanted this job, but even then, she was elusive.
Tonight she tells me the truth.
"I want to be a teacher. That's what I went to grad school for."
"You've got a lot of work experience," I say. "If I remember from your resume, it didn't include teaching."
"Most of my jobs have been office jobs," she admits. "My last one was in conjunction with my degree. It was a work study situation. I taught classes and worked in the front office. As a result, I graduated with less student loan debt than I otherwise would have."
"Less?"
"Notice I didn't say without," she says. "Graduate school is expensive, as it turns out."
"And what? You just decided not to teach?"
"Getting a job is hard." Alex shrugs, but I want to push her. I want to know more.
"There are tons of teaching jobs available throughout the country, Alex."
"I want to stay local."
"Why?"
She looks at me, and I realize that she's got something she hasn't told me. Maybe she hasn't told anyone ever. Alex is the kind of girl with secrets, and I respect that. I have plenty of my own, but I'd like to know what she's hiding.
I'd like to know why.
“We all have our reasons,” she says, and I know that’s all I’m getting out of her for now.
25.
Alex
Long after Ryan falls asleep, I lie awake in his big bed, in his big room, in his big house. I don’t know where I’m supposed to go after this.
Things have changed between us lately. First the kissing, then the sex, and now the sleeping over.
What are we supposed to do after this?
Are we really supposed to act like things are normal?
Ryan starts snoring softly. It’s a cute sort of sound. It isn’t annoying the way that I think it should be. I stay where I am for a long time, but then I get up and slip quietly out of bed. I’m not sure where I’m going at first. Maybe I want a drink, but maybe I just want to explore. I’m not used to being in a house like this.
I know one thing is for certain, though: I’m in over my head.
