Hotel O

“Sure, that’d be fun,” I reply.

“Before I go, if you could just give me his name, then I can at least try to find out more about him,” he asks.

“Why?”

“In case someone mentions his name, I’ll know where to go when we need to get that picture back.”

“You honestly think that’ll work?” I grin. I don’t know about that, but I like how persistent Flynn is.

“Maybe. Doesn’t hurt to at least try. Now c’mon … what is it?”

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” I say.

“Fine.” He sighs again.

“Okay. I trust you. Just don’t do anything rash,” I add. “His name is Declan Porter.”

No reply. Not for a whole minute.

“Flynn?” I mumble.

He’s still not responding.

Suddenly, the line cuts off, and I stare at my phone as if that’s going to fix it. Did he just end the call, or did something happen?

Declan

I’m working on the next event when an employee comes busting into my office.

“You’re the one fucking her?” Flynn, one of the part-time male workers, marches toward my desk.

I look up from my laptop, completely befuddled, and close it immediately when I notice he’s right in front of my face.

“Kat,” he growls.

“What?” My eyes widen. “How do you—”

“I’m her friend,” he interrupts. “She just told me Declan Porter is the asshole who’s been using her all this time.”

I raise a brow, leaning back in my chair. “Asshole? That’s funny, considering she willingly participated.”

Flynn slams his fist on the desk. “This is not a joke.”

“Be careful there, dude,” I say.

Is he just a friend or a boyfriend? I’m starting to wonder.

“I don’t care,” he yells. “You hurt her.”

“No, she got hurt because she was looking for it,” I reply, tapping my fingers on the desk.

“By trusting you with her feelings, yeah!” he yells.

I’m momentarily taken aback. Feelings? No way. We had an agreement that it would be a physical thing only.

“And you took pictures?” he growls.

“She gave several to me willingly,” I say. I can back it up if I need to, but this is getting embarrassing.

“Not with her face showing!” He’s turning temperamental on me now, and I don’t like it one bit. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“What I do in my free time is none of your business,” I say, cutting it off as short as I can. I don’t want to fuel the fire any further.

“If I’d known she was seeing you, I would’ve told her not to get involved,” he snaps.

I narrow my eyes. “Do you really think I’m that bad for her?”

“Yes! Goddammit!” His face is red, and he can barely keep his anger in check.

But I doubt he’ll come at me. I’m his boss, after all, and that would mean he’d get fired.

“I swear to God, if you weren’t my boss … I’d … I’d …”

“You’d what?” I dare him to answer that.

He growls out loud. “Just stay the fuck away from her.”

Before I can say another word, he’s already turned his back to me and rushed off, slamming the door shut behind him.

So … Flynn’s friends with Kat, and he hates me now because she told him everything, apparently. Should I fire him for busting in like that and screaming his lungs out? Maybe. It was inappropriate and bad. But then again, I get that he’s upset. If the roles were reversed, I’d probably do the same.

Plus, if I fire him now, there’s no way in hell Kat would ever forgive me. And one way or another, she will find out that he works for me, whether it be through him or through me.

And she’s probably not going to like it.

Do I care? Maybe. Maybe a little too much.

Especially considering he might be more than just a “friend.” Fuck. I don’t want anyone else to touch her. Although I don’t even know why I’m this possessive over her.

I don’t want to admit it, but she is on my mind for at least half the day, if not more. Every time she leaves, I think about when I’m going to see her again. That alone makes me question what it is that makes me so infatuated with her … and why I can’t seem to stop thinking about her.

One thing’s for sure, though. It’s too late to turn back now.

Flynn may want me to quit her, but I definitely don’t.

Chapter 21

Kat

A few days later, I’ve begun typing out my story from beginning to end while at work. Everything about where I met the mystery man, to when I sneak into his office, to the sex event, and even the hookups between. Nothing’s left unmentioned except for the actual location and names.

I don’t want to name and shame anyone. For now.

I just know this story has to be out there. And for that to happen, I need to type out something interesting to read. Juicy and gossipy but not too damaging.