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landed when it fell off of the desk. As I proceeded to clean myself, Anthony proceeded to clean the floor, though he watched me more closely than he watched his own actions.
“You were amazing,” he said as he watched me wet down my torso with the towelettes. “I can’t tell you how glad I am that that happened.” He licked his lips as he continued to watch me.
“But you know this can’t happen again,” he said, turning his head toward the spot of brown liquor he was trying to sop up from the carpet. “Not for a while, I mean…not until we figure out what’s going on with this whole blackmail thing. We have to confirm whether or not it’s Willard and deal with it—and we have to be on guard until that happens.”
I looked down at Anthony as he explained himself, and I had to agree with what he was saying. The sex we’d just had was beyond belief, and I was immensely satisfied and pleased that it had happened, but it was too dangerous for us to keep doing stuff like that when there was still a blackmailer out there who wanted anything he could have on Anthony.
“I understand,” I said, drying off with the hand towel. “We have to play the hand we’ve been given. I’m fine with not seeing you again until this blackmail situation is under control—but I definitely do want to see you again.”
“I want to see you again, too, Kirby,” Anthony said, turning to look at me. He grabbed my leggings from the floor in front of me, then reached across me to pick up my cami. He rose to his feet and handed me my clothing before kissing me on the cheek.
“But even after we get that under control,” he said, pulling away from me, “we still have a few other things to straighten out, and it isn’t gonna be easy.”
“I know,” I replied, shaking my clothes out in front of me. “But I’m up for the challenge.”
“Me too,” Anthony said—and I believed him.
Chapter 12
When I walked into Stonegate Tower, I walked in with my back straight, my head held high, and a sense of uncompromised swagger. When I walked out, I left the place feeling even better. I guess you could say that, if I entered with an air of confidence, I exited in a tornado of it.
I’d just had incredible sex with an incredible man, and we’d hinted around at our future. I was on cloud 9, and I felt like the world was my oyster.
At the same time, I was still worried and disappointed. The blackmailer was still at large—and even though I knew it had to be Willard who was blackmailing Anthony, and that Anthony’s guy would handle things quickly, I still resented the fact that some greedy asshole was standing in my way. I didn’t like the fact that I couldn’t see Anthony again until the situation was resolved, and I also didn’t like that I couldn’t talk to anyone about it.
Before I left his office, Anthony reminded me, again, not to tell anyone about what had happened, and I promised I wouldn’t. But there was a part of me that wanted so badly to share it with someone, just so I could be reminded that it happened. Sometimes our experiences don’t seem real until we’ve told someone else about them, and it’s through our memories and recollections that we relive them. That’s why writers write and why alcoholics tell war stories, isn’t it?
Anthony and I also briefly discussed how I’d deal with explaining our meeting to my parents. We decided that I’d tell them that Anthony got a last-minute call and had to reschedule for a later date and time. We were both fairly sure that they’d buy it. I was also supposed to try and sell London on the same lie, in case he asked. That way, he couldn’t tell Willard anything that’d give him more fuel for his fire or tip him off in any way.
I was fine with lying to my parents, but something didn’t feel right about lying to London. He was, after all, my friend—the only one I had—and I wanted very much to be honest with him. Of course, I didn’t want to jeopardize
“You were amazing,” he said as he watched me wet down my torso with the towelettes. “I can’t tell you how glad I am that that happened.” He licked his lips as he continued to watch me.
“But you know this can’t happen again,” he said, turning his head toward the spot of brown liquor he was trying to sop up from the carpet. “Not for a while, I mean…not until we figure out what’s going on with this whole blackmail thing. We have to confirm whether or not it’s Willard and deal with it—and we have to be on guard until that happens.”
I looked down at Anthony as he explained himself, and I had to agree with what he was saying. The sex we’d just had was beyond belief, and I was immensely satisfied and pleased that it had happened, but it was too dangerous for us to keep doing stuff like that when there was still a blackmailer out there who wanted anything he could have on Anthony.
“I understand,” I said, drying off with the hand towel. “We have to play the hand we’ve been given. I’m fine with not seeing you again until this blackmail situation is under control—but I definitely do want to see you again.”
“I want to see you again, too, Kirby,” Anthony said, turning to look at me. He grabbed my leggings from the floor in front of me, then reached across me to pick up my cami. He rose to his feet and handed me my clothing before kissing me on the cheek.
“But even after we get that under control,” he said, pulling away from me, “we still have a few other things to straighten out, and it isn’t gonna be easy.”
“I know,” I replied, shaking my clothes out in front of me. “But I’m up for the challenge.”
“Me too,” Anthony said—and I believed him.
Chapter 12
When I walked into Stonegate Tower, I walked in with my back straight, my head held high, and a sense of uncompromised swagger. When I walked out, I left the place feeling even better. I guess you could say that, if I entered with an air of confidence, I exited in a tornado of it.
I’d just had incredible sex with an incredible man, and we’d hinted around at our future. I was on cloud 9, and I felt like the world was my oyster.
At the same time, I was still worried and disappointed. The blackmailer was still at large—and even though I knew it had to be Willard who was blackmailing Anthony, and that Anthony’s guy would handle things quickly, I still resented the fact that some greedy asshole was standing in my way. I didn’t like the fact that I couldn’t see Anthony again until the situation was resolved, and I also didn’t like that I couldn’t talk to anyone about it.
Before I left his office, Anthony reminded me, again, not to tell anyone about what had happened, and I promised I wouldn’t. But there was a part of me that wanted so badly to share it with someone, just so I could be reminded that it happened. Sometimes our experiences don’t seem real until we’ve told someone else about them, and it’s through our memories and recollections that we relive them. That’s why writers write and why alcoholics tell war stories, isn’t it?
Anthony and I also briefly discussed how I’d deal with explaining our meeting to my parents. We decided that I’d tell them that Anthony got a last-minute call and had to reschedule for a later date and time. We were both fairly sure that they’d buy it. I was also supposed to try and sell London on the same lie, in case he asked. That way, he couldn’t tell Willard anything that’d give him more fuel for his fire or tip him off in any way.
I was fine with lying to my parents, but something didn’t feel right about lying to London. He was, after all, my friend—the only one I had—and I wanted very much to be honest with him. Of course, I didn’t want to jeopardize
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