Page 25 of Vesper Martinis
The truth is, I don’t know him. I had a one-night stand with him six months ago. We’ve spent the last while not really liking each other, and now we’re okay, but that doesn’t always translate to romance.
I hear a sharp inhale from behind me, and Pierce pulls his arm away and turns onto his back.
I turn over and watch him rub his eyes with the back of his hand and stretch. The blanket heading down south reveals his perfect Adonis belt. His dick tents the blanket, and I resist the strong urge to touch it.
Fuck, why does this have to be so hard?
Pun not intended.
I sit up in bed, watching Pierce's face as he remembers where he is. He looks up at me, and I swear a smile pulls at his lips, but he stamps that down and sits up next to me.
“We fell asleep,” he says.
“Yeah,” I say nonchalantly as if this is a common occurrence.
He gives me one last look before shifting off the bed and looking for his clothes. It’s silent in my bedroom as he pulls on his pants and shirt. He sits on the edge of the bed as he ties his shoes, and the tension in the room is unnerving. There’s an elephant in the room, and no one wants to acknowledge it.
The question: What now?
I rub the back of my neck before scooting to the edge of the bed, the blanket covering my bottom half.
Pierce looks at me and, with a grin, says, “Yes?”
I chuckle, but with no humor attached to it. Just nervousness. I want and don’t want the answer to my question. But since I can’t stand things being up for interpretation. I want to know exactly where we stand. I ask.
“What are we going to do?” My question stops Pierce's movements for a moment.
He thinks about it for a few seconds before tying his other shoe.
“I don’t know. I know that I’m still your boss and that this relationship thing is… I’m just not sure about it yet.”
“Is there something else we can do? Or should we just barely acknowledge each other.”
Pierce finishes tying his shoes and stands up, tying his tie.
“Well, I’d be interested in making up with you some more.”
His offer makes a shiver run down my spine.
Fuck, I want that.
I mean, I want romance, too, but if all I get is this, then maybe that’s enough?
Apparently, Pierce has got me in such a state that I’d accept a friends-with-benefits relationship with my boss. It’s stupid, but I can’t say no.
“Sure,” I say with all the casualness I can muster so I don’t sound too desperate.
I slip out of bed and grab my sweatpants, not missing how Pierce’s eyes track over me.
I look down at my dick, telling him to stand down or, so help me God, I won’t touch it for a week.
No, a month.
We leave my bedroom to see Minnie, eyes wide, blowing on her tea, her lips in an “O” as steam covers her face. Slowly, that “O” turns into a sly smile, and she starts giggling.
Fuck me, she’s never going to let me live this down.
“Hello, Minnie,” Pierce says, putting on his professional smile.