Chapter 52 Help!(1)

• There was nothing to it. Waylen had a genuine reason for shipping me off that way yesterday. But I couldn’t stop replaying the events of Friday in my head in slow motion. Was it because I called him by his middle name? It made the moment feel more intimate, less of a booty call and more like an interaction between lovers. Lovers? What the hell was I doing with my boss? He was my boss, a superior.
• A hit on my forehead forced me out of my reverie. I glared at Lynn, and she threw another pillow at me. Younger sisters were something else. When she was not shopping in my closet, she was trying to blackmail me into increasing her weekly allowance. I tried to get off the bed but she jumped over me.
• “Oh, my God. What is it?” I groaned.