I dragged myself into the office the next day, feeling like I’d been hit by a truck… a truck filled with embarrassment and awkward memories. Memories of how I’d put on a random cleaners smock, trying to get away from Aiden.
I groaned as the memory haunted me. If my mother approached me right now and begged me to quit my job to fawn over her 24/7, I might’ve just agreed. I honestly wasn’t sure how long I could last there without exposing myself as ‘the woman from that night.’ The thought gave me nightmares.
I’d barely settled at my desk when my phone buzzed with a message from Aiden: “My office. Now.”
Great. Just great. What could he possibly want now? Did he want to scold me for stumbling into his arms again? Or did he just want to mock me for my less than graceful exit?
Regardless, I trudged to his office, mentally preparing myself for... well, I wasn’t sure what. Aiden was always unpredictable, and I didn’t know what to expect.