Weston had gone to work earlier than me, he also had to pass by his own apartment to change before work. I had woken up to him kissing me goodbye, telling me he’d see me at work, and I mumbled some words back and went back to sleep very quickly.
I was in leggings and a long band T-shirt, the most effort I put in was for my hair, it was curled, the most makeup I had on today was mascara and some concealer. I was sore from the very hot sex with Weston, but it was a good kind of sore, which kept reminding me what happened almost all night long, and I would just get flushed from the flashbacks.
“Was it good?” I hear Riley ask me as she walks into my office. I had been zoned out while writing out my emails, I sat up in my chair and crossed my legs.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I sip my iced coffee, and she rolls her eyes.
“Come on, Weston came in at the same time I did and he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.” I chuckle.
“Close the door.” I say and she quickly does and then sits in front of me. “It was really good, probably the best sex I’ve ever had, I could probably die right now and be okay with it because it was that good.” Riley laughs.
“That good, huh?” I nod.
I have talked to Riley about all my sexual partners, what I liked, what I didn’t, I was not shy.
“He was rough, yet gentle, and god his mouth. I don’t know how he learned to be so good. Oh! Also he pulled my hair, and had me tied up, with my own clothes being used as restraints.” My body shivered with the memories. Not being able to participate had me feeling some type of way that I have never felt before.
“Sounds like you had a great night.” Riley sits back and clutches her papers. Right...we’re here to do our jobs.
“Was there a another reason you came in?” I ask, I motion towards her papers and and she looks at them then shakes her head.
“Not work related.” She pulls something out from in between the papers and hands it to me. It’s an invitation.
“Is it a save the date?” I ask and she shakes her head. I look at it and realize it’s a wedding invitation, I look at the date. “You’re getting married on the second of April?” That was a couple weeks away.
“Grant and I decided that we don’t want to wait. We made our appointment at the courthouse, and we have picked you and his sister as our witnesses, you can bring Weston, too!” I smile at her.
“Are you pregnant?” I ask her and she laughs.
“I swear I’m not. We just want to be married to each other now, we don’t want to have to wait until he comes back from San Diego.” I nod. I could understand that. “Plus, we are just going to have a small reception after, it’s just going to be a small wedding.” I look at the invitation then back at her.
“Alright, count me in.” Riley walks around the desk and hugs me.
“Are you going to ask Weston to come?” I nod as we pull away from each other. “Okay, just wanted to make sure before I mention it to him, don’t want an Oliver situation again.” I chuckle and shake my head.
“Very funny.” She laughs and starts walking out of my office.
“I’ll see you later, maybe the three of us can go get drinks together this weekend or something.” I nod.
“Of course.” I watch her leave and out of the corner of my eye I see Weston talking to Russo. I watch them interact for a moment before I get caught staring by Weston.
I smile and sit down at my desk, and a few moments later Weston comes into my office, closing the door behind him.
“Are you hungry?” He asks.
“Famished.” Someone knocks on my door and I see its Carter. I look at Weston. “I guess I’ll be having a later lunch.”
“I’ll bring you something.” I nod and watch Weston leave and Carter walk into my office. Carter is a great boss, genuinely. I’ve never met a boss who cares so much about their staff.
Carter is in his forties, very wise, and definitely knows how to run a business. He reminds me a bit of Dennis Quaid, they look very similar. Dark hair and blue eyes, his wife is very lucky.
“This is a nice surprise.” I say to him. “It’s not often you visit me in my office.” He chuckles.
“You’re good at your job, I don’t feel the need to check up on you.” He smiles. “I did want to talk to you about your job actually.” I’m confused.
“What about it?” I ask.
“Colleague of mine has had an eye on you for the last year. Your work. He likes how you run your department, and loves the photos you take.”
“Okay?” I was still very confused.
“He wants you to be the Director of Photography at his company.” My mouth drops.
“What? What company?” I ask.
“Blackout Media.” My mouth dropped again. This was not just a company, it was a place to get your news unbiased and as it is, especially in the world we live in. They cover topics all over the world. They were based on the coast as well, Seattle to be exact.
“You’re joking.” He shakes his head.
“He’s going to give you a call in the next month or so, the position doesn’t open up until a couple more months, so you have a bit of time to think about it. I think you should take it. It would do wonders for your career, even I know that.” If I took this position I would be pretty much set for life, even if I left that job, I would be able to get a job anywhere else if I wanted it.
“Thank you, Carter.”
“I didn’t do anything, it was all you. I’ve got a lunch to get to, I’ll see you later.” And I watch him leave.
If I took the job, I would have to move to Seattle. I would have to leave everyone behind.
I can feel my anxiety creeping up.
I don’t want to leave Riley, Weston, or even Hope. But not taking this opportunity would be a mistake. It’s my dream job.
What do I do?