He was the most beautiful man in the bar and he looked like he’d had the worst day of his life. So I asked him about it. That was my mistake.
We made a deal. One night, first names only, strangers by morning. I left him no way to find me and he honored it.
Then I met my new boss at seven-thirty the next morning, and it was him.
He’s the one who signs off on my future here. I moved across the country and left everything behind for this job, and now the only thing standing between me and the career I gave everything for is the man who knows exactly what I sound like at two in the morning.
I keep telling myself it was one night. He keeps looking at me like it wasn’t.
