66. Move in with me

The following day I keep my bag on my desk and walk to Jason’s office. I enter without knocking since Jason is not around. He is downstairs talking to the company’s head of marketing. I place his coffee on his desk and walk over to the bookshelves to get a file he asked me to work on this morning.

I am having difficulties reaching the files. I am about to turn around and get a table to help me reach it easily when someone grabs my waist and lifts me off the ground.

“Hi, Jason,” I say, looking down at him.

“Be fast; you are not as light as a feather,” Jason says, pretending to act like I weigh a ton. I know I am not light, but I am sure I don’t weigh that much.

“I didn’t ask you to carry me,” I say, carrying the file from the top shelf.

“I know, but I felt like seeing your ass in my face today,” Jason says, kissing my ass before dropping me back on the ground.

“You are not serious,” I say, chuckling, turning around to face him