Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
JAX
Today was interesting, to say the least. I would’ve never put on my bingo card that I’d see him, but I guess this is what I get for not doing my research.
As soon as I was done with him, I did what I was told and met up with Becca to get all the necessities.
She was nice enough to fill out a planner for me, including all the important dates I need to know thus far, and then finished my tour.
We went to multiple floors, meeting people, including one of the main reporters and some of the photographers.
Apparently, Kai was a reporter before CEO, and that peaked my interest. According to others, he’s planning on keeping some of that role, which is why we’re going to Brazil in a couple weeks.
It all makes sense, but now that means I’ll be stuck with this guy I swore to stay away from for, like, a long ass time.
Hopefully, this is just a learning experience, something to put on my resume when I’m done.
By the time I get home, I’m fucking exhausted. I don’t even bother cooking, instead choosing to have dinner delivered while I’m in the shower. It’s not even that I did a ton—it was just the up and down of emotions, plus the onslaught of information. Now, my eyes want to close of their own accord.
I keep thinking about our interaction today, though, how easy it was to just joke around and have fun with one another, despite the boss and employee labels.
There was a comfort with him, just like there was that first night.
It’s weird, how fast my body loosens up like putty.
There was no more rigidity, my stomach was no longer flipping, just sitting back and chatting like we’re old friends.
I jump in the shower, washing the day away, when the doorbell rings.
With just a towel wrapped around my waist, I open the door and grab my orange chicken and lo-mein before sitting on my couch.
The TV isn’t even on; honestly, it’s not even worth the effort.
The only reason any food is even being consumed is because I know I'll hate myself in the morning if I don’t, and then, everything will be all fucked up on my first full day with Kai.
Oh, Kai. Even his name feels nice on my tongue, just like his own tongue did that one night.
It seems like forever ago, but he’s always that one.
The one no guy has ever compared to, the one who, no matter what image I try to conjure when it’s just my hand late at night, flashes in front of my face. I’ve never truly been able to get away.
After I overheard him at school that one day, I did really well not running into him again, but I still heard his name everywhere.
Kai got the winning touchdown.
Kai broke the record.
Kai was the first draft pick.
Kai this.
Kai that.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ever fully escape him.
Yet, here I am, truly unable to escape. He will be with me 24/7, whether I like it or not, because, well…he’s my boss.
I put the remaining takeout into the fridge before throwing my towel into the dirty clothes hamper and flopping into my bed.
Tomorrow is a new day.