I didn’t want to work for a big corporation. It was so impersonal. I wanted a place where everyone knew each other’s name. I didn’t realise, however, that a place that small also meant that everyone knew each other’s business too.
When I walked into work on Monday after a weekend where I remembered little but knew I’d had a good time, I didn’t expect to find everyone talking about it.
I mean, it’s not like it was a work function, I’d been out with friends.
Well, one friend in particular.
Actually, I don’t know if I could call him a friend because we didn’t particularly like each other, we just liked the sex. I think ‘fuck buddy’ was a more appropriate term.
“Hey!!!!!!” one of the guys yelled out as I walked into the office.
“Heard you had a great night on Saturday!”
I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah?” I replied, more question than answer.
“Everyone is talking about it. Apparently you went to a love hotel.”
“Why,” I asked, “would I go to a love hotel when I have a perfectly good apartment where I live alone?”
I knew he was fishing for information and I sure as hell wasn’t going to give it to him.
It was at that moment my boss walked in. He nodded to me and I did the same.
Did I mention my fuck buddy is also my boss?