Hello Romance Readers,
This is my first work in this category and I hope you guys will give me all the feedback I need to be successful here.
This is a continuation of a story I began last year. To fully get the context of this story, I suggest you begin with "Who I Am".
I anticipate this story will have several chapters I just don't know how many yet. My expectation is that I will deliver 2 chapters per month. Being an avid reader on this site, I know that this frequency is by no means satisfying, but unfortunately it is the best I can commit to. There may be more than 2 on a good month- hopefully.
But all that aside, please leave your comments.
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"Well here's my truth Karen. I've had a great time with you. I apologize again for the initial aftermath. I didn't anticipate being flooded with all these feelings after being intimate with you. I need you to know I want you. I want us to try again."
"Ok Jamie, you can stop having pity on me now. Everything you just said was lovely. The fact still remains, you are dating someone and I'm just confused. I am not ready to take a chance on us. If we're meant to be, time will tell us."
"Time? You're talking to me about time? It has been 9 fucking years. 9 years and I feel just as connected to you as I've always been. I know you Karen. You are not the fuck and flee type. Stop being scared and come to me like you know you're supposed to."
"That's just the post sex euphoria talking. And now you know why I am so confused. Just go work things out with the girl you're dating and I'll figure out WHO I AM."
Immediately after...
I just softly closed the door and leaned against it. I really wanted to leap into his arms and kiss all over his face while whispering my affirmation. Instead I listened to him bang on the door, yell at me, and jiggle the handle until surrendering to defeat. I knew this was the end of our clearly misguided new beginning. And I was going to do whatever it took to make peace with it.
I listened to the front door slam shut and I was reminded of the time so similar more than 9 years ago. Thankfully, this time was different. I didn't feel the vacuum hole in my heart or the immediate need to wail at the lost opportunity. I felt nothing. And you know what, that feels good all by itself. I don't feel the need to concoct a plan to marry myself or become the architect of my romantic future. I just want to sleep off these crazy events and celebrate the fact that I am not a slave to my body. I am my body's master, she will forever serve me.
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I woke up the next morning and put on my best pants suit, pulled my hair in a tight low bun, and made my face up to the nines. I'll admit it was a little too much for work but it meant a lot to my confidence. When I arrived at work I strolled to the elevator deep in thought. I was in such a trance I didn't hear the elevator arrive. You can imagine how startled I was when I heard a deep friendly voice ask, "Are you going up Miss?".
"Oh shoot, yes", I yelped as I skipped onto the elevator. "I'm sorry, I was day dreaming."
"No worries. It truly happens to the best of us", he said as he looked me directly in my eyes. "He is a lucky man. What floor?"
"Um, excuse me", I kind of whispered surprised by his compliment. Just as I was clearing my throat to speak more clearly, he asked again. "Seven. Floor seven", I stated more firmly.
"Great. I was hoping you wouldn't say four."
I chuckled a bit. "Why? Don't you like accountants?" There is a large accounting firm on the fourth floor.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't like myself. I was making sure I wasn't flirting with someone who works for me. I have a strict no fraternization policy."
"Hmm... I hadn't noticed you were flirting." (Lies! Lies! All Lies!) I thought as I smiled inwardly at my flirtatious behavior. The introduction to sexual intercourse has turned me into a wanton creature. Just kidding!
The elevator announced its arrival at the fourth floor. "That has to be the loveliest smile I've seen." Shoot, I was smiling outwardly! Oh well, it's not like I'm going to be seeing him on a regular basis. "And let me be direct this time so you understand my intentions. If you don't have a man, this is my card and I'd be honored if you would use it in the near future. I'd be honored to take you to dinner or wherever you'd like to go." By this time, the elevator doors had closed and we were on our way to the seventh floor. I briefly paused before lifting my hand to grab his card. It was then I realized, I'd been looking this man directly in the eyes but I hadn't taken the time to really look at him. He was tall. I always seemed to catch the tall ones. He had a take charge, no nonsense demeanor with the darkest brown eyes I've ever seen. We're about the same complexion and his shoulders seem to be 3 feet wide. I would call his body type athletic and not over powered by muscles. He wore them like a fine cut suit which he was also wearing.
I guess I took a little too long with my appraisal because the doors closed again and I could feel us moving up. "So, I hope you've committed enough of me to memory to make that call soon." I felt my face getting hot and he turned and pushed the buttons for the next floor the elevator was approaching our floors again. We rode the elevator up and back down to floor seven with two others joining us. When I exited the elevator, I foolishly looked back and he cracked one of the largest, most handsome smiles I've ever seen. "Have a great one Day Dreamer." I shyly waved as the doors shut. I took a deep breath and commenced to start my day at work.
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The next two weeks flew by uneventfully at work. No more run ins with Mr. Ethan Jacobs, CPA and I hadn't really thought about calling him either. All scheduled work projects were on track, which was a plus. But there was still confusion where Mr. Jamie Johnson was concerned. I've actively ignored at least 30 calls; averaging about three per day. I haven't responded to one single text message. And you know what? He hasn't left me an angry message yet. They all are sympathetic understanding comfort notes that leave me frightened to speak his name. I think he feels obligated to try to make a relationship out of this because of our history together. I am convinced of the opposite. He has spent time cultivating a relationship with someone even though he says they are not an item, they have been having sex and that is enough for me to leave that alone. Juicy thinks I should call him, but she has been team Jamie ever since she found out he didn't do me dirty all of those years ago.
The worst part about all of this is I couldn't bring myself to tell him to leave me alone. Maybe, I am harboring some feelings for him. Maybe, I don't want to let go either. So, I'm going to do what I know how to do best. I picked up the phone and dialed a very unfamiliar number.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Ethan? Um, you may not remember me this is Karen, um, from the elevator."
"Oh, that's your name Day Dreamer. How are you Miss Karen?" Dang, I forgot that I never gave him my name. He's not mad about it so I'm not going to fret either.
"Yes, sorry about that. I am doing well."
"That's good to hear. To what do I owe this pleasure?"