Page 26 of One More Night

He doesn’t move while I leave his office. Whether because he’s said all he feels he needs to, or because, like me, he needs a moment to comprehend what the fuck just happened.

I lost my job for fucking a consultant to our company in the break room. Class act, that I am. There were cameras. The urge strikes to head back in there and try and find the damn things, yet what good would that bring?

Nope. I know without a shadow of a doubt what I’m going to do next.

Head down, mind on task, I walk the gauntlet back to my desk and pick up the receiver on my phone.

“Hey, sis.” Chase sounds as surprised to get a call from me as I am to be making it. “Everything all right?”

“I need to ask you a question, and I need to you hold yours until later today when I’ve dealt with this. Okay?”

“Sure,” he says skeptically. “What do you need to ask?”

“Where does Jordan work? Where can I find him?”

“Why?”

God sakes. Don’t make me ask Ted. “I said to hold questions until later.”

“Fine. He works from home.” A loaded pause precedes his next question. “Has this got anything to do with Sarah’s message?”

“Maybe. Thanks, Chase.”

I cut him off mid sentence as he urges me to call him later.

Home. I can do that. It can’t be too hard to remember the way after only being there once.

My gut swirls with nerves as I set my email to redirect to Ted, and then pack up the few personal belongings at my desk. I make my way past reception with my head held high, determined not to let these gossiping assholes behind me feel vindicated with my apparent shame.

Yeah. I screwed a guy in the office, and I don’t regret it one little bit.

I only regret getting caught.