Reparation by Sawyer Bennett
Monday’s usually suck, but not today. I step off the elevator, and I have a bit of a spring in my step. I’m looking awesome in my black pencil skirt with a white, silk, wraparound blouse. I’m wearing the Louboutins that Matt first fucked me in, and I’m on top of the world.
Bea does a double take when she sees me. “Damn, Mac… you look fantastic.”
Yes, I curled my hair today, put on a little extra makeup, and fine… I actually put on a darker shade of lipstick to accentuate my mouth so that when Matt looked at it, he would think of a wet blow job.
But I can’t help it… I want to be pretty for Matt today. I want him not to have a doubt in the world that I’m the best damn risk he’ll ever take.
“Thanks, Bea,” I chirp at her and sashay by.
“He’s a negative five by the way,” she calls out.
I stop and turn around to look at her, my eyes wide in wonder. “A negative five?”
“Yeah, it kind of freaked me out. He came in with boxes of donuts for everyone. He smiled at me, and I swear a freakin’ rainbow shot out of his butt. He even complimented the scarf that I’m wearing.”
I giggle because Bea sounds totally shell shocked by Matt’s behavior. It was only last week he was cursing at the staff, causing them to run from the office in tears. But just this weekend… he and I made our amends, and Matt asked me out on a date.
I squeal inside like a high school drama queen. Yay, me!
Matt had called me Sunday as soon as he got home. We talked for almost two hours and he did, indeed, ask me out for a date on Friday night. I’m not sure what exactly changed for Matt, but he seemed to let go of all of his fear and anger, and he actually seems to be embracing this attempt to have a real relationship with me.
I’m on fucking Cloud Nine.
When I get in my office, the first thing I spy is the white daisy laying on my desk on top of a cream-colored envelope. Picking up the flower, I hold it to my nose and smell its wildness. I set it back down and open the envelope. There’s a cream, linen card on the inside that says:
I don’t think I can wait for Friday to take you on a date.
How about tonight?
Matt
The swelling of elation inside me is overwhelming. I hum with unbridled energy, and I feel like I could conquer the world. Because Matt Fucking Connover… the man that is relationship averse and emotionally closed off… cannot wait until Friday to go on a date with me.
It’s like I’m in high school and just got asked to the prom by the star quarterback. I want to jump around my office and do a little dance.
In fact, I think I will. Hopping back a few feet from my desk, I bend my knees, stick my ass out, and shake it all around, while waving my arms in the air.
I’m pumped up… high on Matt.
“That’s some pretty funky dancing.”
Yelping, I spin to the doorway and see Matt causally leaning against it, his hands in his pockets and the cutest grin on his face, making his dimples extra deep.
My face flushes hot, but then I decide to own it. Sticking my chin up, I say, “I was just excited. It appears I might have a hot date tonight.”
Matt does his quick look left and right down the hall, and satisfied that no one is around, steps into my office. He shuts the door and walks up to me with purpose, a cocky grin on his face.