Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Then I pull his chest hair. Hard.

As I’d hoped, Maddox jerks back, releasing me.

And before he can recover, I unbuckle and scramble out of the car, slamming the door behind me.

TWENTY-ONE

MADDOX

This fucking minx.

I watch her disappear between a row of cars, ducking her head like it will make her invisible.

“Alright, Hannah.” I press my hand down on my aching cock. “It’s gonna be like that.”

With the sudden urge to laugh, I take my foot off the brake and roll forward.

TWENTY-TWO

HANNAH

Crouched in front of a car that isn’t mine, waiting for Maddox to leave because my car is parked on the opposite side of the level, I curse my hussy of a vagina.

The engine sounds get quieter, and when I peek over the car, I see Maddox is gone.

Standing, I straighten my clothes and pretend I’m not turned on.

TWENTY-THREE

HANNAH

It’s been weird spending the week adjusting to my new office while also spending every night applying for new jobs.

But it’s for the best. A must.

Even if I don’t see Maddox every day, the stress of it all has me constantly on edge.

Is today the day he’ll just walk into my office again?

Will he be in the break room when I go get my lunch out of the fridge?

Is he going to be inside the elevator when the doors slide open?

It’s seriously too much. I’ve started keeping TUMS at my desk because I swear I’m going to start having indigestion.

I glance at the clock and see it’s already a few minutes after five.

One person, then two, then another one, walk past my door.

With my projects for the week complete and nothing left to do to delay, I shake a few orange Tic Tacs into my palm. And when I put them in my mouth, I don’t think at all about my kiss with Maddox. He won’t ruin these like he’s ruined everything else.

It’s been exactly one week since I tucked and rolled out of Maddox’s car, and since then, I’ve seen him twice. The first time was from across the break room when he walked in to get coffee as I was putting my lunch in the fridge. Thankfully, another employee was standing by the mugs, and he greeted Maddox, giving me the distraction to slip out. The second time was when I was walking to the ladies’ room. Maddox was coming from a different direction, possibly going to the men’s room, which was located next to my destination. I lengthened my stride to beat him there and then spent longer than necessary sitting in one of the stalls to ensure we wouldn’t exit at the same time.

I can’t live like this.

I follow up my Tic Tacs with a TUMS.

Another cluster of coworkers walks past, and I know I can’t delay anymore.