Page 29 of Cut to the Heart of It
We lay there several minutes until our breathing was normal again as he planted tiny kisses over my neck, my chest, then my lips.
“I need to take care of something, but I’ll be right back.”
I let him go and pointed to the bathroom, enjoying the view as he walked away.
He came back with a wet washcloth and cleaned me up gently before climbing next to me. “That was amazing.”
I turned and looked into his face. “It was. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Oh, I see. You just want me for my body.”
I smacked his arm, but he grabbed my wrist, then pulled it to his lips. “That’s alright. Whatever I can do to win you over.”
I giggled then dug my face into his hard chest. We lay there and he gently rubbed my back, making me doze off.
I woke to him trying to pull his arm from under me. “Hey, sorry. I was going to go see what I could whip up for dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
He climbed off the bed and pulled his underwear and jeans back on then pulled the white t-shirt over his head. “Oh, but I do. I need you to know that this is what you’ll always get with me.”
He kissed my forehead then walked to the kitchen.
I lay there and watch from the door for a while before I got up and put my clothes back on and joined him in the kitchen.
“Hey woman, your phone’s been buzzing.” He was pulling things from the fridge and looking through cabinets.
Rolling my eyes, I scrolled through my phone. My boss had called several times and left two voicemails, all after five. He also sent two text messages to call him as soon as possible.
“What’s wrong?” Johnny asked as he placed chicken cutlets into a hot pan then turned to chop vegetables.
“I need to call my boss. He blew up my phone.”
I sat at the desk, blew out an annoyed sigh, and called.
“CJ, where have you been?”
“Well, I logged out at five, at the end of business. I was busy when you called. Is everything alright?”
“No, I emailed you some reports that need to be done before Monday.”
My brows furrowed and I turned to my computer. “I didn’t get any emails, sir. I swear.” I furiously punched in my password, holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder. Once I logged into my work email, I saw one. “Sir, this was sent at ten after five. I wouldn’t have seen this until Monday.”
My boss shouted through the phone. “Which is exactly why I called you!”
“Sir, I, can’t work this weekend and honestly, I don’t know that I can get this done in two days. I promise—”
“CJ, your personal life is not my problem. If you don’t have this done by Monday morning you’re fired!”
Looking at the phone with my jaw open after the call ended, I fought back tears.
Johnny turned off the burners and rushed to me, kneeling next to me. “Hey, what was all that?”
I looked over; my brows pinched together. “I’m gonna lose my job. Can they even do that?”
“What?” he asked before clenching his jaw.
I explained what my boss said, and Johnny stood, hands on his hips. “Well, the way I see it, we have two options. One, we can sue their asses,” he said before cupping my jaw with his hand. “Or two, you come live with me and write all day.”
