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and take him right there on the desk…
    But then realization hits me and I pull away from him.
    “What?” I whisper.
    He smirks.
    No.
    Not like this.
    Driven by instinct, I turn and run out of the office, all the way to my car.
    My head is a confusion of thoughts as I drive to my apartment building.
    “What the hell just happened?” I ask myself out loud. “He was still drunk!”
    Liquor was still fresh on his tongue, so maybe it was just the alcohol that made him kiss me.
    No.
    That didn’t feel right.
    Did he want a relationship with me?
    Was this kiss just a one-time thing?
    So many questions are buzzing around in my head and I don’t have the answer to any of them.
    It could have been the fact that it was late and he was excited about turning over a new leaf in life, but I doubt it.
    The kiss seemed so passionate.
    So hungry.
    And then I kissed him back!
    Hopefully tomorrow, I will be able to get to the bottom of the kiss and see if it meant something and if it did, what did it mean?
    Damn.
    This is not going how I planned.
     
     
     

Chapter 6
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    I arrive at work the next morning a little nervous.
    I’m not sure what to expect because of what happened the night before but hopefully things won’t be too weird.
    We should talk about it, get over it, and move on.
    Surely nothing could happen between us right?
    We were from two different leagues.
    I am poor and he is still rich.
    That usually doesn’t blend well together.
    Especially in his part of town.
    Money always stayed with money and there was hardly ever any crossing over.
    Besides, if he wanted to take it there, would I be ready for something like that? I’ve never even had a serious boyfriend.
    Maybe it all meant nothing and just happened in the heat of the moment.
    Of course it did.
    To think that it was anything more would be silly.
    I step out onto Rhett’s floor and immediately notice a new change.
    There are actually other people on the floor and he looks as if he’s sober.
    His hair has been cut and he no longer has his usual five o’clock drunken shadow.
    He’s actually working at his desk and it looks so natural on him.
    Maybe he wasn’t as drunk as I thought that he was last night when he kissed me.
    “Good morning,” I say to Rhett as I go to my desk. “Can I get you something?”
    “Yes, can you get me a coffee with two sugars and no cream? Also, I have some files I need you type up for me and I need you to get Mr. Hanson on the phone as soon as you sit down at your desk so that I can go over a few numbers with him,” he says.
    I nod my head and immediately go get him the coffee and get Mr. Hanson on the phone.
    I notice that he has placed the files on my desk and begin to type them up for him. I think that I can get used to working for this Rhett and not the drunken one I have been working with for the past month.
    Maybe I could actually learn a thing or two from this one.
    I begin to type up the files and before I know it, my lunch break has come around.
    People are still on the floor but I know no one else is in Rhett’s office, so I decide to knock on the door and see if I can have a short little chat with him about what happened the night before.
    “Come in,” he says.
    I take a deep breath and walk inside. He looks at me with a blank stare and then glances back at the files on his desk before he looks back up at me again.
    “How may I help you, Jessica?” he asks.
    “Um, I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night,” I say nervously.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says as he sits back in his chair.
    Really?
    Is this the game that he wants to play?
    “You know, the kiss,” I say.
    “If you came in here to talk about anything but work, then I’m afraid that I can’t help you because I am very busy right now, as you can see. So is there anything else that you wanted?”
    What?
    “Um… ok,” I struggle to think of