When she finally pulled away, she sighed, glancing at her watch. “Ugh, I have to go to work.”
Then, as if it was an afterthought, she pushed him back against the hood of the car, tilting his chin up. “From now on, you’re my secretary. Your desk will be in my office.”
Then she hesitated. “But don’t tell anyone. On paper, Linda still has that position. No one can know.”
The guy smirked, tugging at the ribbon on her blouse. “I understand, Ma’am.”
I didn’t react. Didn’t move, just wiped my tears, deleted the car’s driving record and sat there, watching as they walked into the building like nothing had happened.
And as I drove away, I couldn’t stop wondering, when Yvonne came home tonight, would she pretend nothing happened? Or would she look at me like I was disgusting, as she said?
I still underestimated her, though. Before she even set her briefcase down, Yvonne slid an arm around me, pressing a kiss against my ear.
“I'll take you to the movies today. I saw you watching some movie review this morning.” She always noticed the little things. Used to make me feel like I mattered. Now, it just made me uneasy.