Page 20 of Havoc and Humor
“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he asked.
My cheeks heated, and I knew the redness swept down my neck and covered my chest. “Not enough,” I said.
“Hmm. I’ll fix that.” Reluctantly, we separated. He handed me my clothes. “We should probably get out of here before the cleaning crew arrives. I want to take you home and we can do this same thing, but in a bed this time.”
“I can’t say no to that,” I said. “We have some details of this merger to work out, but I’m liking our odds already.”
He winked. “I agree.”
As we dressed, I couldn’t help but grin. This wasn’t how I expected my day to end, but I wasn’t complaining.
Epilogue
Sawyer
“How is it that the two of you have gone this long without living together anyway? And how did I ever agree to moving all your shit?”
“Well, we practically lived together,” I said as Evan and I carried what I hoped was one of the last boxes to the elevator. We had moved a majority of my things to Mark’s apartment throughout the past few hours. After three months together, we decided to give up the facade that I was living at my apartment. When I found someone to sublet it to, I couldn’t pass it up.
I put off the actual moving of all my things for as long as I could and finally just called in the reinforcements.
“Who’s taking over your lease?” Evan asked.
“Taylor Phillips. He works in the mailroom. Have you met him? He’s a real sweetheart.” He was moving in just as I was moving out, hence the hurry.
“The twink-looking guy with the glasses and curly hair? Always has his head down, carries around a notebook?”
“That’s him,” I said. “He seems really nice. We should invite him to karaoke.”
“You think we should invite everyone to karaoke.”
“Griffin had a good time.” Griffin was my new boss, who took over Mark’s position when he left. Exactly as Mark had expected, I was promoted to the director position. Griff was the VP, although he looked more like he belonged as a lineman of a football team. The man was built like a linebacker with muscles for days. Not that I was looking. I only had eyes for Mark. It was difficult not to notice Griff’s bulking frame, though.
We stepped into the apartment where Mark and Gregory were working on sorting through my boxes of stuff. It wasn’t the most organized of moving days. None of the boxes were uniform in shape; I had grabbed a bunch of different ones out of the recycling before leaving work for the weekend.
“Did you not label anything?” Gregory asked. He had three boxes open surrounding him.
I rolled my eyes. “No, I didn’t, Gregory ‘Don’t call me Greg.’ I didn’t need to label it. I didn’t have that much.”
Mark raised a brow, but he was smart enough not to say anything. Gregory opened up the box that sat on the coffee table. His eyes grew large, and he immediately shut it. “I think that one goes in the bedroom.”
“Oh, I know what that box is,” I said. “Yes, I’ll go put those away.”
“I’ll help,” Mark said.
I rolled my eyes. “Sit down. I’ll hide the goodies and we’ll have a scavenger hunt later.” I winked.
I didn’t actually put anything away. I just set the box on the bed. Perhaps we would spend some time later christening the new apartment, although technically, we had already christened every room. But it was different. Now I lived here.
Mark’s space was now my space, and I would have the shortest commute to work ever. We would have so much time for activities in the morning.
I returned to the living room where Gregory and Evan were. I settled on Mark’s lap, even though there were plenty of open spaces.
Gregory slapped his knee and stood up. “Well, that’s our indication to go.”
“What? You just got here. Weren’t we gonna go out for drinks or something? Or did the contents of that box get you all hot and bothered and now you have to take Evan home?” I winked.
Evan rolled his eyes, but he didn’t seem to be too concerned. He was about to go home and get railed, so it was a win-win for him. “Karaoke at nine, right?” he said.
