go over it before the board meeting next week.”
“Good. Ahead of schedule as always,” Deborah pulled a folder out of her drawer and handed it to me.
“What’s this?” I took the folder and opened it. Crap! I thought as soon as I saw the sheet.
“ You submitted a vacation request for June 10 th to June 24 th . We had a meeting this morning and we are having the management retreat on June 13 th and June 14 th . As the newest member of the management team, your attendance would be encouraged. However, I informed them that you had important business to handle so you would be unavailable. I just need to confirm, is this vacation important?” Deborah looked over her stylish glasses at me.
As much as it scared me to confront the past, I knew I had to be there , I thought before I answered my supervisor. “Yes,” I said simply.
Deborah nodded. “Okay well it is settled. I’ll make arrangement to ensure you get all the notes and updates from the retreat. Thanks for coming in.”
“Thank you,” I said as I stood. Reaching out to her, we shook hands.
“You’ re welcome,” Deborah replied as she picked up the phone. Before I walked out the door, she called to me. “And Sahara, you look rested,” she observed, not looking for a response as she picked up her phone and punched in a number. I left her office with a smile. I look rested because I am rested... Thanks to Tyree Barker.
Since the first time Ty spent the night provided the best sleep I’d had in almost ten years, Ty spent the night with me every night since then. The sexual temptation was always there for us, but we agreed to wait. Instead, we fell into an intimate routine of having dinner, watching a movie, and then having conversations in bed. The inner turmoil I felt between pursuing this thing with Ty and ending it before it even started only flared up when we were apart. I knew I was happy with him, but I didn’t think I deserved to be. But the one fact remained: My evenings with Ty had quickly become my favorite part of the day.
Walking back into my office suite, I smiled politely at Whitney before closing my office door behind me. The flowers stood in all their glory in the center of my desk. With wide eyes taking in the entire bouquet, I involuntarily sighed at the sheer beauty of the floral display. I saw a white envelope peeking out of the red and white petals. I plucked the note out and sat at my desk chair. The envelope had my name and office address typed across the front. Pulling at the folds, I carefully opened it and pulled out the handwritten note.
Sahara
With you, I understand why my grandfather wanted me to “live a little.” Thank you for an incredible couple of weeks.
Ty
I clutched the note to my chest and exhaled. The last couple of weeks have been incredible because he’s incredible, I thought with a sigh. I scooted closer to the bouquet and smelled the sweet scent. I reached in my top desk drawer and pulled out my cell phone. I thought about texting, but decided to see if I was available to talk for a minute.
“Sahara… I was just thinking about you,” Ty said as he picked up the phone.
“Ty, I just got the flowers. Thank you so much! They are beautiful! Absolutely perfect,” I gushed.
“ You’re welcome! I’m glad you like them, baby girl,” he sounded relieved.
“Like them? I love them! Thank you again Ty! And your note…so sweet. I love it all,” I exclaimed happily, with a laugh.
“ If it makes you sound like that, that’s all the thanks I need. You don’t even understand what you do to me, Sahara,” he admitted. His velvety voice sliding over my name caused a tightening deep in my belly.
“If it is anything like what you do to me, I believe I understand quite well,” I murmured into the receiver, feeling my skin heat up.
Hearing the smile in his voice, he said, “That’s good to know.”
My smile hurt my face and my heart pounded in my chest. I need to change the subject. NOW!
“Good. Ahead of schedule as always,” Deborah pulled a folder out of her drawer and handed it to me.
“What’s this?” I took the folder and opened it. Crap! I thought as soon as I saw the sheet.
“ You submitted a vacation request for June 10 th to June 24 th . We had a meeting this morning and we are having the management retreat on June 13 th and June 14 th . As the newest member of the management team, your attendance would be encouraged. However, I informed them that you had important business to handle so you would be unavailable. I just need to confirm, is this vacation important?” Deborah looked over her stylish glasses at me.
As much as it scared me to confront the past, I knew I had to be there , I thought before I answered my supervisor. “Yes,” I said simply.
Deborah nodded. “Okay well it is settled. I’ll make arrangement to ensure you get all the notes and updates from the retreat. Thanks for coming in.”
“Thank you,” I said as I stood. Reaching out to her, we shook hands.
“You’ re welcome,” Deborah replied as she picked up the phone. Before I walked out the door, she called to me. “And Sahara, you look rested,” she observed, not looking for a response as she picked up her phone and punched in a number. I left her office with a smile. I look rested because I am rested... Thanks to Tyree Barker.
Since the first time Ty spent the night provided the best sleep I’d had in almost ten years, Ty spent the night with me every night since then. The sexual temptation was always there for us, but we agreed to wait. Instead, we fell into an intimate routine of having dinner, watching a movie, and then having conversations in bed. The inner turmoil I felt between pursuing this thing with Ty and ending it before it even started only flared up when we were apart. I knew I was happy with him, but I didn’t think I deserved to be. But the one fact remained: My evenings with Ty had quickly become my favorite part of the day.
Walking back into my office suite, I smiled politely at Whitney before closing my office door behind me. The flowers stood in all their glory in the center of my desk. With wide eyes taking in the entire bouquet, I involuntarily sighed at the sheer beauty of the floral display. I saw a white envelope peeking out of the red and white petals. I plucked the note out and sat at my desk chair. The envelope had my name and office address typed across the front. Pulling at the folds, I carefully opened it and pulled out the handwritten note.
Sahara
With you, I understand why my grandfather wanted me to “live a little.” Thank you for an incredible couple of weeks.
Ty
I clutched the note to my chest and exhaled. The last couple of weeks have been incredible because he’s incredible, I thought with a sigh. I scooted closer to the bouquet and smelled the sweet scent. I reached in my top desk drawer and pulled out my cell phone. I thought about texting, but decided to see if I was available to talk for a minute.
“Sahara… I was just thinking about you,” Ty said as he picked up the phone.
“Ty, I just got the flowers. Thank you so much! They are beautiful! Absolutely perfect,” I gushed.
“ You’re welcome! I’m glad you like them, baby girl,” he sounded relieved.
“Like them? I love them! Thank you again Ty! And your note…so sweet. I love it all,” I exclaimed happily, with a laugh.
“ If it makes you sound like that, that’s all the thanks I need. You don’t even understand what you do to me, Sahara,” he admitted. His velvety voice sliding over my name caused a tightening deep in my belly.
“If it is anything like what you do to me, I believe I understand quite well,” I murmured into the receiver, feeling my skin heat up.
Hearing the smile in his voice, he said, “That’s good to know.”
My smile hurt my face and my heart pounded in my chest. I need to change the subject. NOW!
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