“Sorry,” I mumble. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t believe I just touched my boss like that, and that I would have gone farther if the trip had been longer.
Stepping out of the elevator, I rush to my desk, trying to keep my distance from both of them. I’m clearly not in the right headspace. Something in me keeps craving them, making me react in ways I normally wouldn’t. They both walk into their own offices, not even sparing me a glance. Maybe I imagined it? Can it really be all in my head?
The minutes tick by, keeping me in agony. It doesn't help that my head throbs from the overindulgence of last night. I want the day to be finished so I can curl up in my fluffy bed and get some much needed sleep, but it isn't even lunch time yet. At least I have enough money to actually get a
