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how? How could I do something that would benefit both of us and wouldn’t risk my career or company?
With both of our bodies clean, I turned off the water and the two of us began to wipe each other’s bodies down with my fluffy white towels that I was sure were crafted from the softest of clouds. Penelope had no makeup on any longer, but I couldn’t say that I minded. I hadn’t taken a shower with a woman in years and almost forgot what it was like to see a woman without makeup, fake tan, and perfectly straight, silky hair. It was almost as if she were human now and not something else. Something fake.
We both got dressed. I wore a suit and she wore her clothes from last night. She had a new pair of panties, which was slightly peculiar, but I didn’t say a word.
Gustav was waiting for her outside as I opened the front door to the building and we exchanged goodbyes. There was an awkwardness you could easily feel, as neither one of us quite knew what to say to the other. Did I say I’d see her soon? Would I? Did I tell her I’d call her? I didn’t know that I would. I had a good time, but I hadn’t quite figured this out. Did I tell her Sharon would be in touch about the internship? God, I didn’t know.
“ I had a nice time with you,” Penelope said.
“ Yeah, same here,” I said, with my hands in my pockets.
“ Well, I guess I’ll see you around hopefully,” she said, as she started to rock a little back and forth.
“ Have a great day,” I said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.
“ You too, Blake,” she said with a smile before turning around and getting into the car.
I waved like an idiot as she drove away, before turning right back around and going into the garage. Today was an SUV type of day, not an Italian one.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Penelope
A few days had passed since I last spoke to Blake. I wasn’t sure if I should’ve expected to hear from him, but I also wasn’t sure if I was saddened or okay with it. I still hadn’t heard from Sharon or anybody else at the company, and part of me wondered if Blake had something to do with that. Why would he, though? We had an amazing time, and when I tried to leave in the morning he asked me to shower with him. You wouldn’t do that if you weren’t into the person.
I started to look through ads online to find something to pay my bills in the meantime. There weren’t many things that a non-college graduate could actually do in this city that weren’t minimum wage and not so satisfying. I knew I would end up in a restaurant washing dishes or sitting behind some cash register listening to noisy customers bitching at me.
Nicolette had been staying later at work to get done with a new project’s feature that they were trying to get to market sooner than later, which meant I barely even saw her. She didn’t get home until nine or ten and then left again by seven in the morning at the latest. I offered to tell her all about my time with Blake through a text or email, but she said she needed to hear me talk about it myself. Apparently she could tell whenever I lied, so she wanted to make sure I was telling the truth, even though I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
“ So, he rented out the entire restaurant? The whole thing?” she asked, as we sat in a bar down the street later that night.
“ Well, I don’t know about that. I just know that nobody else but the workers were there. I don’t want to make assumptions,” I said.
“ Oh please, Penny. He definitely did. You must’ve had a spell on him at the office when you talked to him,” Nicolette said.
“ Yeah, well, it must not have been that much of a spell,” I said with a chuckle.
“ He still hasn’t called? Not even a text?” she asked.
“ Not even a letter in the mail. I know he’s a busy man, he’s a fucking billionaire, but how hard is it to send a text saying ‘hi’?” I asked, taking a sip of my six-dollar margarita.
“ Well, I did see him earlier today
With both of our bodies clean, I turned off the water and the two of us began to wipe each other’s bodies down with my fluffy white towels that I was sure were crafted from the softest of clouds. Penelope had no makeup on any longer, but I couldn’t say that I minded. I hadn’t taken a shower with a woman in years and almost forgot what it was like to see a woman without makeup, fake tan, and perfectly straight, silky hair. It was almost as if she were human now and not something else. Something fake.
We both got dressed. I wore a suit and she wore her clothes from last night. She had a new pair of panties, which was slightly peculiar, but I didn’t say a word.
Gustav was waiting for her outside as I opened the front door to the building and we exchanged goodbyes. There was an awkwardness you could easily feel, as neither one of us quite knew what to say to the other. Did I say I’d see her soon? Would I? Did I tell her I’d call her? I didn’t know that I would. I had a good time, but I hadn’t quite figured this out. Did I tell her Sharon would be in touch about the internship? God, I didn’t know.
“ I had a nice time with you,” Penelope said.
“ Yeah, same here,” I said, with my hands in my pockets.
“ Well, I guess I’ll see you around hopefully,” she said, as she started to rock a little back and forth.
“ Have a great day,” I said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.
“ You too, Blake,” she said with a smile before turning around and getting into the car.
I waved like an idiot as she drove away, before turning right back around and going into the garage. Today was an SUV type of day, not an Italian one.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Penelope
A few days had passed since I last spoke to Blake. I wasn’t sure if I should’ve expected to hear from him, but I also wasn’t sure if I was saddened or okay with it. I still hadn’t heard from Sharon or anybody else at the company, and part of me wondered if Blake had something to do with that. Why would he, though? We had an amazing time, and when I tried to leave in the morning he asked me to shower with him. You wouldn’t do that if you weren’t into the person.
I started to look through ads online to find something to pay my bills in the meantime. There weren’t many things that a non-college graduate could actually do in this city that weren’t minimum wage and not so satisfying. I knew I would end up in a restaurant washing dishes or sitting behind some cash register listening to noisy customers bitching at me.
Nicolette had been staying later at work to get done with a new project’s feature that they were trying to get to market sooner than later, which meant I barely even saw her. She didn’t get home until nine or ten and then left again by seven in the morning at the latest. I offered to tell her all about my time with Blake through a text or email, but she said she needed to hear me talk about it myself. Apparently she could tell whenever I lied, so she wanted to make sure I was telling the truth, even though I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
“ So, he rented out the entire restaurant? The whole thing?” she asked, as we sat in a bar down the street later that night.
“ Well, I don’t know about that. I just know that nobody else but the workers were there. I don’t want to make assumptions,” I said.
“ Oh please, Penny. He definitely did. You must’ve had a spell on him at the office when you talked to him,” Nicolette said.
“ Yeah, well, it must not have been that much of a spell,” I said with a chuckle.
“ He still hasn’t called? Not even a text?” she asked.
“ Not even a letter in the mail. I know he’s a busy man, he’s a fucking billionaire, but how hard is it to send a text saying ‘hi’?” I asked, taking a sip of my six-dollar margarita.
“ Well, I did see him earlier today
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