What a fucking dick. How did I ever think I enjoyed working for him? Sure, the pay was good, but the man is a royal douche. I’d live under a bridge before I ever went back to work for him.
A shiver racks through me as I think about his last words to me. Gross. Not even if he were the last man on Earth. Gag.
Taking a deep breath, I try to force the negative thoughts and Stephen Hatfield from my mind, completely. Today was amazing, and I only want to dream of my time with Jared while I sleep tonight.
I think of his laughter, his smile. The way he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground after his zipline flight, spinning in circles until I couldn’t breathe, I was laughing so hard.
Dancing with him at the dayclub, rubbing my hands all over his bare chest while his fingers grazed over my hips and ass. We didn’t last very long before we rushed out, kissed in the elevator all the way up to our floor, then had sex on every surface in that hotel room.
It was a good fucking day.
My smile fades as a new thought flashes through my brain. Where is this going? Is it a short-term fling? The start to something real?
I don’t know what it is, or even what I want it to be, but I could see myself falling for this man. Hell, if I’m being honest with myself, I already am.
Jared has turned out to be a happy surprise, someone I never imagined I’d actually like, much less develop real feelings for. But if he doesn’t feel the same, if this is just a fling for him that he plans on ending as soon as he tires of it, I’m going to be really sad.
And I don’t know if I’d be able to continue on as his assistant, working with him every day, if that were to happen. It would be way too fucking awkward.
Shit.
My gaze darts over to my nightstand. My laptop rests there, and making the decision, I reach over and grab it.
It won’t hurt to update my resume on the job listing sites I was using before…just in case. If things go south, and I feel the need to resign as Jared’s assistant, I’m going to have to find a new gig quickly.
It’s good to be prepared, right?
I want things to work out with Jared, but I need to be smart. Cautiously optimistic.
After updating my resume, I set the laptop aside and slide down until my head sinks into my pillow. My thoughts drift as I think about today and all the fun we had. All the fun we could have in the future.
Yeah, it was a good fucking day. One I’ll never forget.