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I put my arm around her and hold he close. She buries her head in my shoulder and cries.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m not usually like this.”
“It’s okay.” I tap her head gently. My lips want to kiss her and tell her everything will be alright, but I manage to hold back.
The barman calls last orders. I look at my watch. We’ve been talking for hours. The night’s flown by.
Rhonda pulls away from me. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. Her cheeks are kind of puffy, but it only serves to make her more beautiful.
Looking at her makes my heart ache. I want her so bad.
“I better go to the restroom and clean up,” she says.
“Okay.”
“And then I’m going to book an Uber and go home.”
The barman comes and clears the empty glasses off our table. Rhonda and I look at each other. My leg still touching hers. The thought of her going home without me makes me want to scream.
“Why don’t we go back to my place?” I say.
She chews on her lip. Her big white teeth are perfect and straight. I want to know what it feels like to run my tongue along them.
“Your place?” she says. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“For coffee.” I cup her face in my hand and stroke her skin with my thumb. She’s so beautiful it hurts. “I’ve had a really good night, tonight. And I don’t want it to end.”
“Me either,” she says.
“So why don’t we keep it going?” I say. “Just a little while longer? We can sit around and talk and listen to music and then when you want to go home I’ll call you and cab.”
“And what if I don’t want to go home?” she says. “What will you do then?”
I lean towards her until our faces are just inches apart. Our eyes are staring straight into each other.
I’ve been holding back all night. But I can’t take it anymore. She wants me as bad as I want her. I know it.
To hell with the age difference. To hell with the fact that she’s my employee.
We’re meant to be together. I knew it the moment I met her.
“This,” I say, pressing my lips against her mouth and closing my eyes. “I’ll do this.”
5
Rhonda
We crashthrough the door to Dwayne’s apartment. Our lips are locked together. They have been ever since he first kissed me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “Dwayne.”
I can’t believe this is actually happening. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. So what if it’s just for one night? I’ll take what I can get. And if I have to find a new job, then it’ll be worth it.
The way I feel right now, I’d give anything to be with this man.
“Rhonda.” He picks me up and carries me across the living room. My legs are wrapped around his solid, thin waist. He’s cupping my ass in both hands. One of his fingers is dangerously close to my pussy. Driving me wild as I grind against his hardness.
I grab the hair on the back of his neck and bite down hard on his lip. He doesn’t even flinch.
