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Chapter 3

I was giddy the whole train ride home, fantasizing about Michael’s lips and arms and frankly…his whole body, how he felt, how he turned me on more than anyone ever had before. I felt like I was about to burst as I walked into my apartment, hoping Billie was home so I could spill my guts to her.

Billie and John sat lazily on the couch, watching a Monty Python movie, both of them turning their heads to me as I shut the door behind me.

“Hi, beautiful,” Billie smiled at me before John gave me a friendly wave.

“Hi,” I responded, my voice higher than usual, as I set my purse and jacket down on the kitchen table.

“Where’ve you been?” Billie asked curiously.

“I had to work late,” I shrugged, smiling to myself with my back turned to them as I looked in our cabinets for my tea.

“Oh yeah? With Michael?” I heard Billie ask, her voice a higher pitch now as well.

I looked back at her with wide eyes, unable to hide my smile. She was looking back at me with curiosity.

“Can you show me where you put the uh, the tampons…in the bathroom?” I pointed my head to the bathroom, signaling that I needed to talk to her.

Billie smiled widely. “Yeah, hold on,” she got up from the couch and followed me into the bathroom.

I closed the door behind us.

“I just had sex with Michael!” I exclaimed in a whisper.

Billie’s mouth flew wide open. “Oh my god!” she responded loudly. “How? Where? I told you he liked you!”

“He asked me to stay late, and then he just randomly came up to me after hours and started to massage me, and then took me into his office and oh mygod,” I explained quickly.

Billie smiled widely. “He was that good?”

I shook my head. “He was fuckingamazing. But afterwards…he told me not to tell anyone,” I furrowed my brows.

“Well, yeah! He’s your boss. Do you think it’ll happen again?” she asked curiously.

I sighed. “God, I hope so,” I smiled.

Billie and I both giggled and went back out into the living room, her wandering back to John and me prepping my nightly herbal caffeine-free tea. My agitation, my stress, my racing thoughts were finally calming down…maybe I just really needed to get laid, I laughed to myself.

I was especially excited to go into work the next day. I cheerfully made small talk with my co-workers as I settled in, glancing over at Michael’s office every now and then, desperately wanting to just lay my eyes on him. I usually only saw him two or three times a day, so I wasn’t surprised that I didn’t see him before I started to work. My mind was all over the place that morning – I started to write, then would fantasize about Michael, then write, then Michael, Michael, write, write,sir…

“Hana,” I was distracted from a daydream.

I turned and my co-worker Evan, whom I always had a little crush on and who I knew had a crush on me, was smiling his cute dimpled smile at me as he leaned on the corner of my cubicle.

“Hey,” I smiled back.

“How’s it goin’?” he asked casually.

I shrugged. “Pretty good. You?”

He smiled, seeming a little ashamed. “I started smoking again. You wanna contribute to my bad habit and come smoke with me?” he raised his eyebrows.

I smiled and shook my head at him. I was a closeted social smoker and would smoke with Evan on the roof every once in a while.

“Why not?” I rolled my eyes.

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