Page 62 of Range
“Great.”
“You’re tired. You need rest, Range.”
“I can rest lat–”
“You’ll rest now. Today,” he demanded.
“Josia– Mr. Blackwood.”
He smiled, tilting his head again. My nostrils flared in embarrassment. Still, I didn’t lower my chin or my gaze. I matched his.
Silence.
“Mr. Blackwood.”
His body leaned forward. His lips neared my ear. I shuddered, destroying the thong underneath my skirt.
“82126 Hasting Street. 2266448.”
His lips lowered. The inches between his skin and mine vanished. He pressed up against me, sending me over the edge. Staying afloat was no longer an option. The current between my legs and the foreign waters took me under simultaneously.
“Get some rest, Sunshine, or you’ll force my hand.”
As quickly as he’d come, Josiah disappeared. I closed my eyes, tightly, hating my lack of control over this situation. It was the first of many. And, adjusting felt much like pulling my hair from the roots. Simultaneously, I didn’t possess the urgeto control every detail of our encounters. The spontaneity was unfamiliar, but it was compelling.
I gathered myself as best I could, and exited the conference room. I was barely holding it together. Everything in me wanted to run. Run and never look back. But, more than anything, I wanted to stay.
Be with him.
Talk to him.
Listen to him.
Tell him about my day.
Tell him about my quirks.
Tell him about my clients.
Tell him my deepest desires.
Tell him my fears, though they were few.
Tell him everything he cared to know about me.
Somehow, I felt like it was everything. There would never be too much of me for his head and heart to handle. I wanted to unwind. To unravel. To undress. To reveal the sacred parts of me. To reveal the real parts of me. The good. The bad. The debatable.
Click.
Clack.
My feet didn’t stop moving until I was standing in front of my car. My eyes scanned my surroundings.
7:56a
Visitation hours had yet to begin. They wouldn’t start for another hour and a half. My car was alone in the lot. However, signs of human presence was obvious.
With furrowed brows, I observed the cracked windows of my Mercedes. I hadn’t left them down. Figuring there was no need to unlock my door, I pulled it open. I wasn’t surprised to gain access without the hindrance of my security system.
