“I’m okay.”
“Are you sore?”
“Yes, but in a good way.”
My chest swells a little knowing that I’m the one who fucked her sore. And took her virginity. It’s mine. I own it forever.
“I don’t think we have to wait to see each other again, but I do think we need to be smarter about it.”
“Agreed.”
“I want you to stay with me Friday night. Could you work out using your visit to Tuscaloosa as an alibi?”
“It’s a possibility.”
“Stout has asked me to help him move on Saturday. He wants me there around eleven. We’d get to spend the morning together too.”
“That would be good. Maybe we could sleep in a little.”
“We’ll need to sleep in after I finish doing everything I have planned for you.”
“If whatever you’re planning is going to result in an orgasm like the one you gave me today then count me in.” She sucks her bottom lip. “Mmm… I’m still thinking about that.”
This girl has no idea how good I’m going to make her feel. “You’ll have one orgasm right after another. You’re going to beg me to stop because you can’t take any more.”
“How in the world am I supposed to function all week with a promise like that?”
“You’ll need to find time to sneak away with me so I can get you by until Friday.”
“You sound like my drug dealer.”
“Not your drug dealer. Your drug.”
I can tell Frankee that I’m her drug, but I already know it’s bullshit.
I’m the one who wants her. I’m the one who needs her. I’m the one who craves her.
One fuck and I can feel her becoming my addiction.
One hit. Isn’t that how all addictions begin?
As per every other morning, I find a white chocolate mocha waiting for me on my desk. This morning there’s a chocolate croissant accompanying it. “Best boss ever.”
My mocha, croissant, and I trek down the hall to Porter’s office. “Mind if I have breakfast in here with you?”
“I’d love that.”
I hold up the croissant. “You spoil me.”
“Because it’s such a beautiful thing to see you smile.”
The corners of my mouth curl upward.
“See? There it is. That smile makes my day.”
I wonder if he knows that hearing him say things like that to me makes my year. “Then it’s too easy to make your day.”
“It’s too easy to make you feel spoiled.”
“That’s what you get with a girl who grew up with so little. I’m easily impressed.”
“I’m about to spoil you big time.”
“Ooh… I can’t wait to hear this.”
“I got an email from the Austin Graphic Expo, and there are more openings available. I want to take you.”
Going to an expo as big as Austin’s is like a dream to me. “Porter… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll go with me.”
His eyes are pleading for me to say yes. Does he really think I’d consider turning down this kind of opportunity? “Of course I’ll go with you.”
“Is this going to be okay with your parents? That you’re going out of town with your boss for four days?”
Porter has a point. My mom and dad might think it’s completely inappropriate for me to travel with Porter.
“I’m not sure.”
“Would you like me to handle talking to Scott?”
I doubt I could bring it up to my dad and not turn a bright shade of red. “I think it would come off more professionally if you handled it.”
“You’re okay with me fudging the truth a little?”
“I believe we’re already doing that a little every day.”
“As long as we’re fudging the truth, I might as well tell you about an important decision I’ve made.”
“Concerning?”
“Your internship. You’re my intern, and I’ve given you too much responsibility. You need more supervision.”
My heart sinks; I thought Porter was pleased with my work. He told me he was. Has he been lying to make me happy? “You don’t think I’m doing a good job?”
“You’re doing a wonderful job. And I’d like you to continue doing a wonderful job under closer supervision. It’s difficult to do that when you’re in a room down the hall. I want to relocate your workspace in my office.”
I see where he’s going with this now. “You want me at your disposal.”
“Yes. I want you at my disposal. We don’t have that long together before you leave. I’d like to enjoy you as much as possible.”
This could cause problems with some people. “And what do you think everyone is going to say about your moving me into your office?”
“You’re doing very important work for Lovibond. Labels. The website. Merchandise. No one is going to question me for wanting to make sure you’re doing a stellar job on key elements that drive the success of this company.”
“I’m your intern. It isn’t my job to question your decisions.”
“I’ll move your things over this weekend. When you return on Monday, you can expect to be relocated in here with me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Something else… we have an appointment at six on Friday. Can you manage to pull off not going home after work?”
An appointment? “Sure. Do you mean we have a reservation?”
“No. It’s an appointment.”
I’m stumped. “Where? And for what?”
“It’s a surprise.”
No way he’s putting that kind of information out there and then not telling me what it means. “I’m going to be crazy by Friday wondering what in the world we’re doing.”
Porter puts his palms together and wiggles his fingers. “Hmm… whatever could it be?”
“You’re so mean.”
His eyes move to the door and widen. “Scott…”
Shit. I hope he didn’t hear any part of our conversation.
I twist in my seat. “Hey Daddy.”
Dad enters the office and holds up my pink lunch bag. “You forgot your lunch.”
“Thank you. I would have been missing that in a few hours.” Or maybe not, depending on Porter’s lunch plans for today. I could stand a little more of what was on the menu yesterday.
“I’m glad you came by, Scott. I was just discussing something with Frankee. Lovibond has two spots reserved at the Austin Graphic Expo. I thought I’d have a full-time assistant when I made the booking a year ago. Lovibond will have to eat the registration fee if I don’t bring a second person. I’d like to take Frankee. Of course, Lovibond will cover all of her expenses.”
Scott looks at his daughter. “Sounds like a wonderful opportunity.”
“It is. Attendance at this expo will look good on my resume. And I won’t be out any money. It’s a free trip.”
“When is it?”
“In a few weeks.”
“That’s very generous of you to offer Frankee this kind of opportunity. I appreciate that, and I know my wife will too.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
It won’t only be Porter’s pleasure. It’ll be mine too. Four days with that magic mouth of his. I’ll definitely be spoiled rotten after that.
It’s Friday afternoon and all of the brewery employees have left. Even my dad. “What’s the plan?”
“I was thinking the first thing we’d do is take your car to my building’s parking garage, and you’ll ride with me to the appointment.”
He’s killing me. “Still not going to tell me what the appointment is for?”
“Nope.”
We drive to Porter’s garage, and I park my car and climb into his truck. I slide across the bench seat and grasp his face, kissing him hard.
“Mmm… that is a great way to start this weekend.”
I wink at him. “This is just the start. Wait until you see what I have for you later.”
“Well now I’m curious as fuck.”
That’s my intention. “Sort of like me and this appointment you won’t tell me about.”