fact that he’s my boss isn’t reason enough to avoid falling into bed
with him?”
Quinn shrugs. “It doesn’t matter what I think, babe, but think about what
you’d regret more. Having one night of amazing, mind-blowing sex with Kyler,
or wondering what it would be like to do it.”
“I don’t want to be another notch on his very busy bedpost. I might’ve grown
up in a trailer, but I’m no hussy.”
Quinn’s eyes roll. “You’re anything but a hussy, but think about this: every once
in our lifetime, we meet someone who sets us on fire, and the only thing that
will douse the flame is if we give in, even if it’s just for one night.”
Her words take me back to how I felt when Kyler kissed me, how he not only
ignited the flame inside me, but also made it burn brighter, and higher.
“He kissed me,” I blurt out, gulping down what’s left of my wine.
Quinn’s eyes widen in surprise. “What? When?”
“Today, in my office. He just barged in and grabbed me, and the next thing I
know he has me pinned on the couch.”
“And?”
“And what? He kissed me, and then walked out.”
Her brows dip. “Well did he say anything before he walked out?”
I sigh heavily, contemplating how much I should tell her.
“He said that we will happen, and that he’ll have me whether I admit it or not.”
Quinn’s mouth drops open and she stares at me. “You’re shitting me, right?”
I reach over and pause the movie. “Nope,” I reply, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis.
“Why the hell are you not jumping his bones right now?”
“Because I’m not willing to risk my career for one night in my boss’s bed, not
matter how life-changing the sex might be.”
“But this isn’t one-sided, Cass. Can’t you see that? He wants you. I knew it as
soon as I saw you dancing with him last week.”
“Even so, Quinny, I can’t do it. It’s not who I am, and I’m not willing to risk
everything I’ve worked so hard for on someone I barely know.”
“Then get to know him. I’m sure you’ll find something there you might actually like.”
Before I can respond, the doorbell rings and Quinn jumps up. “Pizza’s here!”
she yells from the entryway. I press ‘play’ and watch how Noah tells Ally that it
wasn’t over for him when she left, and that it still isn’t over. I realize that that
is the kind of love I want. The kind that lasts. The kind that is forever.
∞
The drive out the city is always one of my favorite parts of visiting Mr. And
Mrs. Knight. To most people, me visiting my soon-to-be retired boss and his
wife for Sunday lunch may seem unusual, and a little unprofessional. But for
some reason, Robert and his wife, Estelle, took me under their wings in my
first year at Knight Media. It was almost like they knew I was in need of a
family, in need of people who cared. Now, I seem to be stuck with them.
The only strange thing is how I’ve never seen Kyler there. Thinking about
him makes my belly flutter and drop at the same time. It comes with the understanding, and not the acceptance, that you want something, or in my case
someone, you shouldn’t.
The cab stops outside Kyler’s parents’ Colonial style home and I pay my fair.
I grab the chocolate cake Quinn helped me bake, and the flowers I bought
for Kyler’s mother. They’re white lilies. Her favorites. I stand in front of their
door, and quickly take stock of my appearance before ringing the door bell.
The top of my white sundress hugs my breasts and flairs slightly down to my
knees.
It’s a classic, and makes my dark locks look even darker. The doorbell chimes
and moments later Kyler’s mother, Estelle, appears in the door.
“Cassey, sweetheart, it’s wonderful to see you again! Come in!” she says, embracing me in a hug.
“Hi, Estelle! I’ve missed you!” I reply sincerely.
We walk into the kitchen, and I place the cake down, and put her flowers
into a vase.
“I brought you a home-made chocolate cake,” I tell her. “My
with him?”
Quinn shrugs. “It doesn’t matter what I think, babe, but think about what
you’d regret more. Having one night of amazing, mind-blowing sex with Kyler,
or wondering what it would be like to do it.”
“I don’t want to be another notch on his very busy bedpost. I might’ve grown
up in a trailer, but I’m no hussy.”
Quinn’s eyes roll. “You’re anything but a hussy, but think about this: every once
in our lifetime, we meet someone who sets us on fire, and the only thing that
will douse the flame is if we give in, even if it’s just for one night.”
Her words take me back to how I felt when Kyler kissed me, how he not only
ignited the flame inside me, but also made it burn brighter, and higher.
“He kissed me,” I blurt out, gulping down what’s left of my wine.
Quinn’s eyes widen in surprise. “What? When?”
“Today, in my office. He just barged in and grabbed me, and the next thing I
know he has me pinned on the couch.”
“And?”
“And what? He kissed me, and then walked out.”
Her brows dip. “Well did he say anything before he walked out?”
I sigh heavily, contemplating how much I should tell her.
“He said that we will happen, and that he’ll have me whether I admit it or not.”
Quinn’s mouth drops open and she stares at me. “You’re shitting me, right?”
I reach over and pause the movie. “Nope,” I reply, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis.
“Why the hell are you not jumping his bones right now?”
“Because I’m not willing to risk my career for one night in my boss’s bed, not
matter how life-changing the sex might be.”
“But this isn’t one-sided, Cass. Can’t you see that? He wants you. I knew it as
soon as I saw you dancing with him last week.”
“Even so, Quinny, I can’t do it. It’s not who I am, and I’m not willing to risk
everything I’ve worked so hard for on someone I barely know.”
“Then get to know him. I’m sure you’ll find something there you might actually like.”
Before I can respond, the doorbell rings and Quinn jumps up. “Pizza’s here!”
she yells from the entryway. I press ‘play’ and watch how Noah tells Ally that it
wasn’t over for him when she left, and that it still isn’t over. I realize that that
is the kind of love I want. The kind that lasts. The kind that is forever.
∞
The drive out the city is always one of my favorite parts of visiting Mr. And
Mrs. Knight. To most people, me visiting my soon-to-be retired boss and his
wife for Sunday lunch may seem unusual, and a little unprofessional. But for
some reason, Robert and his wife, Estelle, took me under their wings in my
first year at Knight Media. It was almost like they knew I was in need of a
family, in need of people who cared. Now, I seem to be stuck with them.
The only strange thing is how I’ve never seen Kyler there. Thinking about
him makes my belly flutter and drop at the same time. It comes with the understanding, and not the acceptance, that you want something, or in my case
someone, you shouldn’t.
The cab stops outside Kyler’s parents’ Colonial style home and I pay my fair.
I grab the chocolate cake Quinn helped me bake, and the flowers I bought
for Kyler’s mother. They’re white lilies. Her favorites. I stand in front of their
door, and quickly take stock of my appearance before ringing the door bell.
The top of my white sundress hugs my breasts and flairs slightly down to my
knees.
It’s a classic, and makes my dark locks look even darker. The doorbell chimes
and moments later Kyler’s mother, Estelle, appears in the door.
“Cassey, sweetheart, it’s wonderful to see you again! Come in!” she says, embracing me in a hug.
“Hi, Estelle! I’ve missed you!” I reply sincerely.
We walk into the kitchen, and I place the cake down, and put her flowers
into a vase.
“I brought you a home-made chocolate cake,” I tell her. “My
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