Give me a sec to call her and I’ll call you back.”
I hung up before Zag could talk me out of it. I thumbed through my contact list for my coworker’s number. But before I put the call through, I let my head hit the wall a few more times. Maybe it would knock some sense into me.
After dialing Seleste’s number, and talking with her, she agreed she could come in early and cover my shift.
Now I just had to find the courage to call Zag back. Nerves filled me. I wanted him. If that night hadn’t been a one-off fluke, he could very easily become an addiction. One that I was powerless to resist.
Biting the bullet, I called Zag back before my brain returned from its vacation.
“My coworker will be here in fifteen. Meet me at my place?”
There. I’d managed to claw back some self-respect by taking control of our arrangement. My house. My rules. Easy peasy.
But the silence on the other side of the line had me thinking twice. Why was he hesitating? Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“Fine. Text me your address.”
I sat in stunned silence when he hung up. He didn’t say anything. He just agreed and hung up. Before I could question my sanity, my fingers flew across my phone’s screen and a few seconds later the text was sent.
Which of course is when the doubts started pouring in. Oh my god. What was I doing? Would it have been better to go to his house? Or maybe a neutral place like a hotel? Not this one, of course. I never hooked up at work—with coworkers or guests or anyone—there were plenty of other hotels in Reno. But if I valued my job so much, why was I willing to cut my shift and run off just because a hot guy called? And did I really just text my home address to a scary biker? Someone I hardly knew?
What was wrong with me?
Plenty. But that was probably a question better left for another day. I tiptoed back into the break room and checked on my boss. Sighing with relief at the sight of him still curled up fast asleep on the sofa, I backed out again.
Screw it. In for a penny, in for a pound. I was doing this.
I made my way to the front desk and waited impatiently for Seleste to show up. The whole time all I could think about was how sexy Zag was, the feeling of adrenaline as I held on to him on the back of his bike, that overwhelming sexual tension as he stalked me across his living room, the orgasms…
Dammit, I had to get it under control. Just thinking about last weekend had me teetering on the brink. My sex throbbed heavily and my nipples tightened into hard little points. If anyone looked close enough, it would be hard to hide how ramped up I was.
It was official—there was something wrong with me.
When was the last time I dropped everything and ran just because a guy called? What happened to the sexually confident woman I’d been just a week ago? Maybe I should work through my shift instead of seeing Zag. It wasn’t a good idea to be
too
available for a guy, after all.
Ah, who was I kidding? After last weekend and the things he made me feel, I was definitely going.
I only had to wait a few more agonizing minutes before Seleste walked through the doors. I don’t think I’d ever been so excited to see her.
“Oh my god, Jess. Are you okay? You look…Do you have a fever?”
Yes. Yes, I do. A sexual fever that only Zag can heal.
I winced at my nervous inner dialogue. Kinda hard to convince someone to work your shift for you if they know you’re dropping everything for a booty call.
“I’m not feeling like myself,” I answered honestly, since I couldn’t remember another time I was so tied up over a guy.
“Ah, hon. You go home and take care of you.”
I bit back a snort at her word choice. Someone else was going to take care of me tonight. Instead I nodded. “Um, I don’t think there’s anything to hand over. Jerry’s in the break room sleeping, so don’t—”
“Wake the beast.” She finished for me. “I got you. Go clock out and get home. You sound like crap.”
I
I hung up before Zag could talk me out of it. I thumbed through my contact list for my coworker’s number. But before I put the call through, I let my head hit the wall a few more times. Maybe it would knock some sense into me.
After dialing Seleste’s number, and talking with her, she agreed she could come in early and cover my shift.
Now I just had to find the courage to call Zag back. Nerves filled me. I wanted him. If that night hadn’t been a one-off fluke, he could very easily become an addiction. One that I was powerless to resist.
Biting the bullet, I called Zag back before my brain returned from its vacation.
“My coworker will be here in fifteen. Meet me at my place?”
There. I’d managed to claw back some self-respect by taking control of our arrangement. My house. My rules. Easy peasy.
But the silence on the other side of the line had me thinking twice. Why was he hesitating? Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“Fine. Text me your address.”
I sat in stunned silence when he hung up. He didn’t say anything. He just agreed and hung up. Before I could question my sanity, my fingers flew across my phone’s screen and a few seconds later the text was sent.
Which of course is when the doubts started pouring in. Oh my god. What was I doing? Would it have been better to go to his house? Or maybe a neutral place like a hotel? Not this one, of course. I never hooked up at work—with coworkers or guests or anyone—there were plenty of other hotels in Reno. But if I valued my job so much, why was I willing to cut my shift and run off just because a hot guy called? And did I really just text my home address to a scary biker? Someone I hardly knew?
What was wrong with me?
Plenty. But that was probably a question better left for another day. I tiptoed back into the break room and checked on my boss. Sighing with relief at the sight of him still curled up fast asleep on the sofa, I backed out again.
Screw it. In for a penny, in for a pound. I was doing this.
I made my way to the front desk and waited impatiently for Seleste to show up. The whole time all I could think about was how sexy Zag was, the feeling of adrenaline as I held on to him on the back of his bike, that overwhelming sexual tension as he stalked me across his living room, the orgasms…
Dammit, I had to get it under control. Just thinking about last weekend had me teetering on the brink. My sex throbbed heavily and my nipples tightened into hard little points. If anyone looked close enough, it would be hard to hide how ramped up I was.
It was official—there was something wrong with me.
When was the last time I dropped everything and ran just because a guy called? What happened to the sexually confident woman I’d been just a week ago? Maybe I should work through my shift instead of seeing Zag. It wasn’t a good idea to be
too
available for a guy, after all.
Ah, who was I kidding? After last weekend and the things he made me feel, I was definitely going.
I only had to wait a few more agonizing minutes before Seleste walked through the doors. I don’t think I’d ever been so excited to see her.
“Oh my god, Jess. Are you okay? You look…Do you have a fever?”
Yes. Yes, I do. A sexual fever that only Zag can heal.
I winced at my nervous inner dialogue. Kinda hard to convince someone to work your shift for you if they know you’re dropping everything for a booty call.
“I’m not feeling like myself,” I answered honestly, since I couldn’t remember another time I was so tied up over a guy.
“Ah, hon. You go home and take care of you.”
I bit back a snort at her word choice. Someone else was going to take care of me tonight. Instead I nodded. “Um, I don’t think there’s anything to hand over. Jerry’s in the break room sleeping, so don’t—”
“Wake the beast.” She finished for me. “I got you. Go clock out and get home. You sound like crap.”
I
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