"Nothing shady, right?" Ryan's eyes shifted from the computer screen to my face, staring at me like he was trying to read my mind.
"Of course not. Since that thing with Sophia, I haven't done anything like that again. No one in the company can even develop that stuff," I said quickly, throwing in a few lies for good measure.
"You've grown up too. If you want to go, talk to Scarlett. If she's cool with it, I support you. But you gotta check in every now and then so we know you're okay."
"Alright, I will."
"Okay, go get some rest. I'll keep working." Ryan waved me off, signaling I could leave.
"Sure, you get some rest too." After leaving Ryan's study, I headed to the master bedroom to find Scarlett.
She was sitting on the bed, applying body lotion. The room was filled with a pleasant, milky fragrance.
I closed the door, locked it, and jumped onto the bed, wrapping Scarlett in my arms and kissing her.
"Don't kiss me." Scarlett pushed against my chest, turning her head to avoid my lips.
Seeing her resistance, I backed off and asked, "What's wrong? Why won't you let me kiss you?"
"Ryan's home! And when did you get so bold, kissing me in the master bedroom?"
"I've always been bold, but let's talk business first. Ryan's okay with me moving out, so I came to tell you."
"When are you moving out? Tomorrow?" Scarlett guessed.
"Tonight. I'll pack up with my colleagues and come back tomorrow for my stuff."
"Are you taking some work clothes for tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but I want to wear the one you picked for me."
Scarlett looked at me, a bit exasperated. "Alright, let's go. I'll help you choose. The sooner you go, the sooner you finish packing and you won't mess up tomorrow's work."
"Okay." I nodded.
I got up, and Scarlett followed me to my room. She headed straight for the closet.
She opened it, scanned the suits, and after a bit of searching, pulled out a black suit with a big logo on the chest, looking fancier than the one I wore on my first day.
"Wear this. Let people know we're well-off, so no one messes with you when you rent a place," Scarlett said.
I knew she was looking out for me, and it warmed my heart. I couldn't help but chuckle, rolling up my sleeve to show off my biceps.
"With muscles like these, who'd dare mess with me? I think I'm the one who'll be doing the beating."
"Don't get cocky. I have a bag. Let me grab it to help you pack, then you can go." Scarlett rolled her eyes, took the suit from the closet, and tossed it on the bed before heading back to the master bedroom for her bag.
I stood on the bed, took the suit off the hanger, and folded it neatly. Scarlett returned, took the clothes from my hands, put them in the bag, and added a pair of underwear.
Scarlett said, "Take care of yourself out there. Come back every weekend and let me know how you're doing. Don't let your face or muscles go to waste, got it?"
I grabbed Scarlett's hand and slipped it inside my robe, letting her feel around. "Don't worry, I'll definitely come back and let you check me out top to bottom."
"Alright, I'll give you a full inspection," Scarlett said, not shy this time. She ran her hand over my chest muscles, down to my abs, and a little further. If she went any lower, she'd be touching my pubic hair.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, waiting for her to go further. If she did, I wouldn't go see Mia tonight.
But Scarlett just pinched my abs and pulled her hand back. I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her closer. "Why'd you stop?"
"No rush, we've got plenty of time," she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss my chin before letting go.
"Go on, don't be too late," Scarlett said, giving my butt a playful pat.
I nodded, grabbed the bag from the bed, and headed downstairs. Scarlett followed me to the door.
"Can I go now?"
"Yeah, be careful and come back to see me often."
I knew what she meant. I whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, as long as I get a break from my part-time job, I'll come see you. Your body is always on my mind."
Scarlett blushed. I didn't give her a chance to respond. I opened the door, stepped outside, and walked towards the street.
Before leaving, I waved goodbye to Scarlett. She only closed the gate after I was out of sight.
I hailed a car to Mia's place.
Mia lived in an apartment on the thirty-third floor, all by herself.
I took the elevator up, found the key under the carpet as she said, and let myself in.
Mia was on the sofa in a strapless lace lingerie, waiting for me.
As soon as she saw me, she blew a kiss, lifted her legs, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and waved me over.
I dropped my bag, untied my robe as I walked, and let it fall to the floor.
I knelt on the sofa, straddling Mia's legs, one hand cupping her breast through the lace while the other slid down to gently stroke her pussy.
Mia's legs tightened involuntarily.