Thrust Into His Arms Chapter 24

"You didn’t have to go that far." I said laughing after he was done with his full self-introduction. "Your na is all I need to know for now.

So, Ronnie, what did you think of that night?" A sheepish smile played on my lips. I am sure my face is all red like a tomato. I can feel the heat of it on my cheeks. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. I needed to ask because I cannot drop myself on him if he does not feel the sa way. "It was. . .I don’t really. . . know. . . how to. . .put it, but it is one of the best I have had. . . . ." Why is he counting his words? He must be shy. If he is that makes two of us. My stupid sheepish smile only grew wider. "It is the sa for also. And I am wondering if you would like to et again?" I threw shyness and caution aside and followed on one of the rules that Annie had sent . "Don’t play shy, innocent and coy. Many n are not into that. Be bold. Be in charge." She had texted. "S. . . sure. Where would that be?"

"Where else darling? It is only right for the eting to happen where it first began. Sa place, sa spot." I was about adding what do you think? When I rembered Annie’s advice. "Don’t give him any room for rejection. You must have the upper hand and leverage even though you are going to get rejected."

"O-okay. I will et you there."

"Great." I pressed my palm over my mouth to prevent myself from squealing out loud. "What ti will it be?" I thought it over before responding "10pm." I will get off work by 7 and use the remaining hours to get ho and prepare myself for the sex eting. "Bye. Oh, and this is my number. Save it." I said then hung up. I blew out my cheeks repeatedly to sohow counter the blush heat. I then ca out from the restroom stall and went back to my office. Reaching my desk I try to keep myself busy by looking at spreadsheets on my computer for the company’s project that had been put on hold. I was glancing at the ti on my phone every minute and counting down to when I would leave work. Five hours. Four hours. Three hours. Two hours. One hour, thirty-four minutes and forty-five seconds. Now we are getting sowhere. Veronica brings a log of files to my desk. "Please help out with these. I have got an important eting with a client." She says. The ti on my screensaver says it is less than thirty minutes to seven pm. This files would minimally take over an hour. "I can’t. I am sorry. I also have an important eting to be at right after we get off work." I politely refused.

"You are not doing overti today?" Just listen to this darn woman. There was a never a ti that I was doing my own work during overti. It is always hers, Laurel’s

"No. I plan to stop overworking myself from now on." I plastered on a sweet smile. I happily walk out of the office once it was seven pm on the dot. I feel a profound sense of liberation. This is sothing worth celebrating; turning down Veronica. She always has sowhere to be at and would always conjure up thods to leave early by throwing her workload on . I can’t understand her. I an she is not like Laurel who has problematic triplets. If it was her, I would have gladly split the workload so she could quickly get ho to her husband and her kids. Arthur and Jas have kids and a family too.

Jas in particular has a fire-breathing wife who goes paranoid and blows up his phone with calls and texts whenever he is out late. I have seen it firsthand when we all went out for a team dinner one ti. He had left to go the bathroom and was taking quite a while. Seeing the number saved ’wife’ repeatedly calling. I took the call aning to tell her that her husband is not there and would return her call when he gets back. I realized that had been a bad idea the second I put the phone close to my ear. I had never been cursed out that much in my life before. She called all sorts of nas. From bitch, to hoe, to howrecker, and a dirty cocksucker. The last part triggered sothing in . I didn’t know when I snapped and insulted her back.

We did a competition of na calling before I angrily hung up and slamd the phone down on the eating table. The others who were slobbering drunk imdiately beca sober after they heard curse. I reported Jas what the woman saved as his wife did right after he returned from his bathroom trip. He uttered words of apologies like raindrops. He then arranged a eting with and his wife at a coffee shop near our workplace. She had asked to et to be fully convinced that I was really his colleague. I went, and things beca clear. She too apologized, extenuating that it wasn’t really her fault by ntioning that her husband was once a chronic cheater. And that he even once slept with her best friend. I had given Jas a wierd glance when his wife said that. He didn’t say anything. He just had his head lowered, not contradicting his wife’s statent which gesticulated that it was true. He claims that he has repented and that he now knows nothing other than Christ and his family but his wife doesn’t believe it.

I could no longer say I bla her for always keeping tabs on her husband and putting a cage over him, but she goes about it the wrong way. I did not say that to her though, that was only a thought. She then told to keep an eye on her husband at work for her like a spy. I was disgusted at the fact that she thought her husband and I a "thing"