*Elizabeth*
Below my hand was Harry's chest. His smooth, white chest. Ribs were visible but that didn't matter to me. My hand was on his chest.
Under my head was Harry's arm. His sticky, pale arm. There were no muscles but that didn't bother me. My head was on his arm.
Beneath my knee was Harry's thigh. His hard, milky thigh. Though it was thin, it didn't upset me. My knee was on his thigh.
Harry stirred and looked over at me. The light peeking through the curtains of the bedroom catching his handsome face.
My boss smiled at me then twirled a strand of my brown hair in his long fingers. His other hand reached across his stomach and rubbed up and down my side. Then he rolled on top of me and kissed my neck. I gripped the skin on his back and craved the sensation running through me. My back arched and Harry got fully on top of me. Our bodies were tangled in the covers as they became one.
Last night was amazing, and even now was beyond amazing. I was so happy that he was the one to take my virginity. I've wanted it to be him for the longest time.
I kissed and bit at his skin as we reached our highs. I couldn't believe that this was really happening.
I didn't ever want us to stop.
Harry rolled off me and held me weakly close to him. He kissed at my chest and my arms.
"You're all sweaty, Liza," he said. His British accent was making me hot. The way he said my name in that sexy tone of his. I didn't know if I would ever be able to walk again after spending a night with Mr. Robinson. "When is that meeting?"
"What meeting?" I breathed through the ecstasy coursing in my veins. He smirked that sexy smirk of his.
"I think it was nine? You said." My eyes widened and I sat up.
"Oh!" I began to scramble out of bed but immediately crumpled back onto it.
"Sore?" I nodded. "Sorry." I shook my head.
"No, thank you. Last night ... was amazing." Harry got out of bed and helped balance me to my clothes. Once he was dressed, he led me to my room where I dressed into another pant suit.
"Why have you begun to wear pants?" Harry asked with a scrunch of his nose.
"Oh," I shrugged. "Josie actually bought me a few when she was shopping a few months ago. I just decided to wear them for this trip."
Harry looked away and took in a deep breath, his eyes losing the mischievousness he had been looking at me with.
He pulled out his phone and showed me the text Josie sent. "I don't know what to do, Liza. You love me, Josie loves me, I love Josie." Ouch.
I tried not to focus on his words and instead on my clothes. I didn't know what to think. Just because Harry and I slept together last night didn't mean everything would be cupcakes and rainbows for me the next day! Josie and Harry are still married. Did he think I was just angry sex. Break sex?
"Harry," I began," he looked at me. "Last night ... for me ... that wasn't just some hook up." I folded my arms and avoided his eyes. I felt tears coming. "I confessed I love you and you just— ... you just used me." I grabbed my iPad notepad and pushed past Harry. He followed silently behind me to the elevator and avoid conversing all the way to the lobby. We checked out then waited for the limo. Once we were in, I sat as far away as I could from him.
We drove in silence and once we got to our destination, I said, "I won't be joining you, Mr. Robinson."
Harry whipped his head in my direction. "What? Why?" He seemed hurt. But I was hurt, too.
"I'm having an extremely hard time composing myself. I wouldn't want to embarrass you in the meeting."
"Liza—"
"I'll be flying back to Washington right after this." I handed him the iPad and notes. "My letter of resignation is on here. I'm sorry, but I cannot be your secretary anymore. I hope you and Josie can work things out." I scooted out of the car and the driver helped me with my bag. Harry climbed out and stood beside me as I tried to call down a taxi.
"Liza, don't do this,"
"I have to, Harry. I can't stand being in love with you while you're in love with someone else. I don't know what the future holds with your wife but I deserve better. I don't want to be a one night thing. I want to be with you, Harry. And I've wanted to be since the day I met you. Obviously the stars aren't in my favor."
"Liza ... I'm sorry. You're right: I don't know where Josie and I lie. But ... man I don't know!" He flung his hands up into the air and tussled his hair. "I don't know what to think, Liza!"
"Neither do I!" I cried back. We were making a scene on the street. I silently worried for Harry for what the press would soon be sending his way.
"Liza, I've always relied on you."
"And I you. But if you can't tell me right now that you have feelings for me, then I'm leaving. Because I don't think I'll be able to hold back if I stay with you."
He looked at me with his hands on his hips. The sounds of the city circling around us. People passing by like they see drama everyday and have no care for it. He didn't say anything.
"I don't know." He finally breathed out. "I don't know anymore." I shook my head.
"Do you really love Josie? What do you love about her? What made you love her? Is the only reason you two are together the fact that you and her made a deal to get married? Hasn't that deal expired? It never involved love, you both wrote that in there mentally."
I was upset and angry and hot. I called down a taxi, leaving Harry standing there like an idiot and climbed in.
*Josie*
I listened as my baby daddy left the apartment. My mind kept wandering to my husband but I kept pushing back the thoughts and feelings that bagged at me because of him. I just wanted to sleep.
Sleep.
I woke up maybe an hour after Ryan left. I cleaned up a bit and made breakfast for myself. Then I sat down and watched TV unsure of what to do with myself.
I wondered what Harry was going.
What's Liza up to?
Is Ryan having a good day?
What about Carl?
Carl.
I whipped out my phone and called my best friend.
"Okay, lets review this: Ryan worked at the same place Harry was having a meeting at. And he kissed you and you kissed him back and Harry saw and said you guys needed some space so he slept with Liza while you ran away to Ryan's and now are unsure if you want to stay married to Harry. Did I leave anything out?"
"Well, when you put everything like that, it makes me feel like crap."
"Well you and your husband should get your crap together!"
"I know! I know ... What am I supposed to do, Carl?"
"Stay with Ryan. Because you obviously can't keep your hands off him. And every time Harry upsets you, you just run off to your ex."
"Again, making me feel like crap!"
"The truth hurts doesn't it, sweetie?"
"Maybe I should just date you, then!"
"Should have thought of that and accepted my first offer of a date! And don't go getting me all mixed up in this! I've got a girlfriend now and hopefully this one will last longer than a month."
"So I should just stay with Ryan?"
"Yes. The end."