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You cross the parking lot into the overhang of the cheap motel. When you turn the room knob, you’re glad to discover—kinda weak-kneed with relief, actually—that he hasn’t locked the door against you.
You cross the parking lot into the overhang of the cheap motel. When you turn the room knob, you’re glad to discover—kinda weak-kneed with relief, actually—that he hasn’t locked the door against you.
Your heels click on the pavement as you circle around Danny’s beloved classic car to make sure all its doors are locked. The stored heat in the cement travels up your torn stockings and under your dirty, knee-length skirt.
Your heels click on the pavement as you circle around Danny’s beloved classic car to make sure all its doors are locked. The stored heat in the cement travels up your torn stockings and under your dirty, knee-length skirt.
“---”
“He hadn’t k!lled you yet?” Sean yells, eyes disbelieving. “Are you f^cking kidding me?” He punches the door open and shoves out. He leans down and glares at you. “I’m going…on a walk,” he says through gritted teeth.
“---”
“He hadn’t k!lled you yet?” Sean yells, eyes disbelieving. “Are you f^cking kidding me?” He punches the door open and shoves out. He leans down and glares at you. “I’m going…on a walk,” he says through gritted teeth.
“---”
“You had it under control until when?” Sean whirls around to glare at you. “Until that guy knocked you out? Until he dragged you out of the park where we specifically told you not to go?
“---”
“You had it under control until when?” Sean whirls around to glare at you. “Until that guy knocked you out? Until he dragged you out of the park where we specifically told you not to go?
PART 1
PART 1
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At your hesitation, he leans back, giving you space.
“How ‘bout this?” he says, still quiet. “I’m gonna get more ice. When I’m done, I’m gonna …hang out in the nice bathroom at the end of this hall. I hope…well, I’m just going to hope.”
At your hesitation, he leans back, giving you space.
“How ‘bout this?” he says, still quiet. “I’m gonna get more ice. When I’m done, I’m gonna …hang out in the nice bathroom at the end of this hall. I hope…well, I’m just going to hope.”
“Well…I brew a mean peppermint tea. I can make life an inexplicable hell for a bad boss or a sh!tty ex staying in my hotel. And I…uh…I’m really good at taking a gorgeous lady’s mind off her troubles.”
“---”
“Well…I brew a mean peppermint tea. I can make life an inexplicable hell for a bad boss or a sh!tty ex staying in my hotel. And I…uh…I’m really good at taking a gorgeous lady’s mind off her troubles.”
“---”
He leans both strong forearms on the bar, right across from you. “I’m closing tonight but I’m off tomorrow. Let me take you out—”
“---”
His face falls. “Tomorrow? What time’s your flight?”
“---”
He knocks his knuckles against the bar.
He leans both strong forearms on the bar, right across from you. “I’m closing tonight but I’m off tomorrow. Let me take you out—”
“---”
His face falls. “Tomorrow? What time’s your flight?”
“---”
He knocks his knuckles against the bar.
“Why? Because they don’t see us. Not really.”
“Bartenders, servers, bussers, the cleaning crew, we’re the cogs that keep the whole machinery running, but nobody wants to see us greasy or hear a grinding sound. That want us efficient and invisible.
“Why? Because they don’t see us. Not really.”
“Bartenders, servers, bussers, the cleaning crew, we’re the cogs that keep the whole machinery running, but nobody wants to see us greasy or hear a grinding sound. That want us efficient and invisible.
He smiles at your stress-relieving laughter. “The only thing I don’t like about peppermint tea is that I thought you were never going to come up to my bar to order it.”
“---”
“…Sorry. Was that too—”
“---”
“Sweetheart, you can ask me for anything you want.”
He smiles at your stress-relieving laughter. “The only thing I don’t like about peppermint tea is that I thought you were never going to come up to my bar to order it.”
“---”
“…Sorry. Was that too—”
“---”
“Sweetheart, you can ask me for anything you want.”
He smiles at your stress-relieving laughter. “The only thing I don’t like about peppermint tea is that I thought you were never going to come up to my bar to order it.”
“---”
“…Sorry. Was that too—”
“---”
“Sweetheart, you can ask me for anything you want.”
“Um…I…well…heh…I…um…noticed you. That first day of your conference. When you all were in the dining room. I…noticed you. Then I…kept noticing you. I mean, not in a creepy stalker way.
“Um…I…well…heh…I…um…noticed you. That first day of your conference. When you all were in the dining room. I…noticed you. Then I…kept noticing you. I mean, not in a creepy stalker way.
“---”
“Woah. That…truly sucks. There is nothing worse than a bad boss. Especially one who gaslights you when you’re just trying to do your job.”
“---”
“Sh!t. Yep, having to deal with an ex-boyfriend who undermines you in every meeting is worse. I’m so sorry.”
“---”
“Woah. That…truly sucks. There is nothing worse than a bad boss. Especially one who gaslights you when you’re just trying to do your job.”
“---”
“Sh!t. Yep, having to deal with an ex-boyfriend who undermines you in every meeting is worse. I’m so sorry.”
“Sparkling water and a lime? Woah, woah, don’t get crazy.”
“---”
“Yeah, I think I’m hilarious. But I do think we can do a little better than sparkling water and a lime? Do you trust me?”
“Yeah? Good.”
“Sparkling water and a lime? Woah, woah, don’t get crazy.”
“---”
“Yeah, I think I’m hilarious. But I do think we can do a little better than sparkling water and a lime? Do you trust me?”
“Yeah? Good.”
PART 1
You wait at the empty side bar in the large hotel, your elbow up on the bar and your head in your hand to hide...
PART 1
You wait at the empty side bar in the large hotel, your elbow up on the bar and your head in your hand to hide...
“Jesus.”
“Okay, If I kiss you, one time, then you’ll let this go—”
“---”
“F^ck.”
“Jesus.”
“Okay, If I kiss you, one time, then you’ll let this go—”
“---”
“F^ck.”
“I’m gonna let you go.”
“I need to let you go.”
“God, don’t—Don’t wrap your arms around my neck.”
“God, you smell good.”
“F^ck, you feel good.”
“Please don’t—mmhh. Please don’t tuck that beautiful body against me.”
“I’m gonna let you go.”
“I need to let you go.”
“God, don’t—Don’t wrap your arms around my neck.”
“God, you smell good.”
“F^ck, you feel good.”
“Please don’t—mmhh. Please don’t tuck that beautiful body against me.”
You shove past him and throw open his door.
“Sh!tsh!tsh!t. F^ck. Stop.”
He grabs your arm and pulls you back inside, slamming the door behind you.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t cry.”
He pulls you into his arms.
You shove past him and throw open his door.
“Sh!tsh!tsh!t. F^ck. Stop.”
He grabs your arm and pulls you back inside, slamming the door behind you.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t cry.”
He pulls you into his arms.
“F^ck. I shouldn’t have said…. You gotta go.”
“---”
“You’re barely an adult. It doesn’t matter. You’re my boss’s daughter.”
“---”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m a coward. And you’re a spoiled brat.”
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“F^ck. I shouldn’t have said…. You gotta go.”
“---”
“You’re barely an adult. It doesn’t matter. You’re my boss’s daughter.”
“---”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m a coward. And you’re a spoiled brat.”
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“Sh!t.” He yanks off his glasses and rubs his eyes.
“Sh!t. No. I’m not doing this with you.”
“I’m not discussing this with you.”
“Sh!t.” He yanks off his glasses and rubs his eyes.
“Sh!t. No. I’m not doing this with you.”
“I’m not discussing this with you.”
“---”
“Why?” He looks a little wild-eyed behind his glasses. “Because you being here is not okay. If your dad knew, he’d kick my a$$.”
“---”
“What’s your dad got to—.” Now he looks truly furious. “Godd@mmit. You’re too smart to be this naïve.”
“---”
“Why?” He looks a little wild-eyed behind his glasses. “Because you being here is not okay. If your dad knew, he’d kick my a$$.”
“---”
“What’s your dad got to—.” Now he looks truly furious. “Godd@mmit. You’re too smart to be this naïve.”
He’s staring at the floor. He’s rubbing his forehead the way he did when he first started coming to your apartment on Tuesday afternoons. “Like I said, I didn’t want to waste—”
Your angry answer makes him finally look at you.
He’s staring at the floor. He’s rubbing his forehead the way he did when he first started coming to your apartment on Tuesday afternoons. “Like I said, I didn’t want to waste—”
Your angry answer makes him finally look at you.
PART 1
You pound on your tutor’s door.
“Oh, hey…” he says, eyes widening behind his glasses when he opens it. “It’s you.”
“---”
“You want to come in?” He sighs heavily. “Okay. Sure.”
PART 1
You pound on your tutor’s door.
“Oh, hey…” he says, eyes widening behind his glasses when he opens it. “It’s you.”
“---”
“You want to come in?” He sighs heavily. “Okay. Sure.”