“Oh, I came in a few hours early to work on that Twitter project we were talking about it,” I said, yawning. “You want some coffee?”

“Sure, but you don’t have to come in early to do that. I’m sure a normal day would cover it,” he said. “You know, I have to bill the client for those hours, so check with me next time if you’re going to do something extra.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry.”

“No big deal,” he said, taking a sip of his freshly poured cup of coffee.

I didn’t want to tell Mr. Lamb the real reason I had come in early. The less he knew of my now-defunct relationship, the better.

I was always surprised that Mr. Lamb was still single. I always thought he was quite the catch: handsome, muscular, manly, driven… At 34, he owned a successful business with his partner; we had more work than we could handle.

He was nice, but also strict. Mr. Lamb didn’t mince words when it came to business. You’d always get a straight answer, even if you didn’t like it. Something about that, and his general personality… I didn’t just enjoy my job; I enjoyed being around him.

At lunch, I started scrolling through ads for apartments. There was no way I could go back to my parents; we really didn’t get along, and part of the reason I had moved in with Shawn was to get away from them. It sounds awful, but they just never understood me. Living under their roof put me in a constant state of either defending myself or being worried that I would have to defend myself.

In their defense, I did have a bit of a wild side, mostly thanks to Shawn. Maybe that was the reason I had been so anxious to make things with Shawn work in the face of all the red flags.

The ads weren’t promising, but I did have one trick up my sleeve. My friend, Tara, worked in real estate. If anyone had a line on an apartment, it would be her.

“Dixie, I need a report on those website hits for November. It’s for Mr. Adams and the auto shop,” Mr. Lamb said, poking his head out of his office.

“Right away, sir,” I said.

“It can wait until you finish lunch,” he said, smiling.

“Thanks.”

Something about the way Mr. Lamb talked to me made me feel excited. Was I really attracted to him, or just looking for anything to distract me from Shawn? I had to wonder… I shook my head. It would be impossible for anyone to not be attracted to Mr. Lamb.

I called Tara to see if she could get me anything.

“Hey, Dix, what’s up?” she said.

“Hey, uh, listen,” I said, keeping my voice low, “I can’t give you all the details right now because I’m at work, but I need to find a new apartment.”

“You left that idiot? Good!” she said. “Shawn’s a loser. Everyone knew it. You’re too good for him.”

“If you knew it, why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t want to be that friend,” she said. “I knew you wouldn’t listen if you weren’t ready to hear it. Plus, at first, I thought you could change him, but he’s unchangeable.”

“And he drinks.”

“Oh, my God!” She gasped. “Did he hit you?!”

“No, but it did get a little scary,” I said.

“Well, where are you now? I mean, living-wise.”

“I spent the night at a hotel,” I said. “It was pretty nice, but too expensive. Would there be anything I could get into tonight?”

“I don’t know if I can get you something that fast, but I’ll try,” she said. “Is there anywhere else you can go for a while?”

“Not really.” I sighed. “Can’t go back to the folks, and everyone else I know is either married or living together. I don’t want to impose.”

“Are you still fighting with your folks?”

“It’s not really fighting. I just… I can’t live with them anymore,” I said. “We don’t get along as people. I love them, but they drive me insane, and I know the feeling’s mutual.”

“All right. Well, let me get on this,” Tara said, sounding determined. “I should at least have some potentials to look at. Call me when you get off, okay? And babe, I am sorry about you and Shawn, even though he was a loser.”

“Thanks. Bye.”

“Bye.”

I went back to work and got Mr. Lamb the report he wanted. He was so strong and confident. Depending on where I put my desk chair, I could see him working in his office.

Now, someone like him… He’d be a better candidate to take my virginity than Shawn! Shawn just wouldn’t appreciate it. For Mr. Lamb, I’d imagine, it would be something beautiful!

Sometime in the afternoon, distracted by thoughts of my boss, I got an overpowering urge to go into the bathroom and masturbate. Maybe it was the break up, maybe it was my gorgeous boss, but I needed some relief from my stress.

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