Stalked: A Sweet Stalker Collection by Hope Ford

Author:Hope Ford [Ford, Hope]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Sara

I barely get to my desk and Christy walks toward me with a worried expression on her face. “Are you okay?” she asks.

My hand instantly goes to my hair. Oh my God, she knows, and if she knows, everyone in the office knows. “I... uh...” I start to stutter.

She pulls me in for a hug and then leans back to look at me sympathetically. “I heard about the meeting and your little, uh, outburst.”

I let out a big whoosh of air. Oh, thank God! “Uh, yeah, Daniel... Mr. Tate caught me off guard and...”

She’s shaking her head. “I know. It was your first time at the meeting and you got tongue-tied. Trust me, I get it. Don’t let what they say bother you.”

I look around the room. What does she mean what they say? I start to question her when I hear someone across the room scream out, “Sex!” And then another person the opposite direction does the same. I look both ways and then at Christy. She’s still patting my shoulder, trying to soothe me. “It’s okay... they’ll get over it. Just ignore them.”

But Christy is wrong... terribly wrong. My little sex outburst in the meeting has turned into the office joke. All afternoon I've had to listen to people laughing about it. It's been a roller coaster of a day, and my emotions have been all over the place. Even though my and Mr. Tate’s relationship, if that's what you want to call it, has gone to a different level, it's not enough.

I still want him. I’m probably a fool, and he’s probably going to break my heart, but I have felt his eyes on me all afternoon. It's almost closing time when Thomas walks over to my desk. "We're all thinking about going out and getting a drink. Do you want to join us?"

I look at him and try to appear disappointed. Shaking my head, I tell him, "I'm sorry. I can't. I have plans already."

He nods. "Sure, sure. Maybe some other time."

I nod but don't comment. I know it's stupid, but I don't think Mr. Tate would appreciate me going out for drinks with Thomas. After the stunt he pulled this afternoon, I shouldn’t care, but I do.

I wait for everyone to leave, until it's only Mr. Tate and me left in the building. I think about pushing the button on the intercom and letting him know that I'm leaving, but I stop myself. There's no point. I've learned that no matter what, he knows where I am at all times. I'm not sure how, but he does.

I put my purse over my shoulder, push my seat back in, and then walk across the office, the sound of my heels clip-clopping across the hardwood floor. I walk out of the building without a backward glance. Instead of going to the parking lot and to my car, I walk across the street and then cut down an alley. It's already starting to get dark, and our office is located downtown.

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