He told me, “Come back to my place. We can clean up there, get some lunch, and…who knows what else can happen between us.”
I kissed him, maybe falling for him too fast, and perhaps too hard, in such a short period. My head still spun, trapped in the fluff of ecstasy he had shared with me outside Sinn Realty. The situation felt taboo: employer and employee sexually mixing beyond the office; employee accidentally and haphazardly falling head over heels in lust for his employer; quickies shared on business hours in random places throughout the city. Half of me believed the two of us far too old for such immature and irresponsible antics. The other half of me thought it the sweetest adventure ride of my life, filled with irresponsible decisions and fast-paced nature.
I agreed to go back to his place for cleanup, which wasn’t that far from the Sady property. Why not? What did I have to lose since there were already lines between us crossed?