The Bear Takes His Mate(3)

By: Emma Devine

We parked but I didn’t get out of the car. Once it got started, my mouth couldn’t shut up. “I’m 18 fucking years old and this bitch gets off by making fun of my weight each and every fucking day. But I have to put up with it because this is the only job I’ve ever had and I would never be able to find another one,” my voice shook as I spoke. I couldn’t stop the flood of tears cascading down my face as I realized how shitty my situation was.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I was never this vulnerable, even when I was by myself. I hated self-pity. But I couldn’t help it.

I thought of high school and how I threw my life away and ended up not going to college. I thought of all the people that made fun of me. I thought of my shit job and my asshole boss. Most off all, I thought about the fact that I would probably stay a virgin for the rest of my life.

I felt strong hands grasp my shoulders as I leaned my head into his chest, sobbing. I knew my life would probably stay the same forever. I would never be able to do what I wanted because I’d be stuck working a shit job.

When the tears finally stopped I looked up at him in pure humiliation.

“I’m really sorry about this,” I choked out, wiping my eyes on my shirt.

I looked up at him waiting for him to say something consoling. He just stared into my eyes with those gorgeous baby blues of his. Suddenly, he leaned towards me and brushed his lips against mine. It was just a quick brush, but I could feel my body tingling all over. I’d never been kissed before.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, sitting back as if nothing had happened. “I understand what it’s like to work in a shit job. And I want to help you.”

He pulled out a pen from his pocket, got a little slip of paper from the glove box, and wrote down a number.

“Here,” he said, handing it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“That’s the number of my room in the apartment.”

I stared at him. It had completely slipped my mind that he lived in the same building I did.

“Okay, why did you give it to me?” I asked, confused.

“I have an idea to help you out with your situation. Come by later tonight after you get off of work. I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

“Why do you want to help me though?” I asked, opening up the car door.

“Because I can sympathize with your job situation. And I like you,” he said, winking at me.

“I’m Jamie by the way,” I said.

“Blake,” he said smiling at me again.

I closed the door and watched as he drove away, thinking about what he could do to help me. I pocketed the piece of paper and went in to work, surprised I wasn’t late. The secretary made her usual jab at me as a sat down. Oddly enough, it didn’t bother me. All my thoughts were on Blake that day.

When work was over, I used the work phone to call Claire to pick me up. I couldn’t wait to tell her about Blake. I practically sprinted out of the building I was so fucking happy. On the way home I couldn’t shut up about him.

Claire was happy for me though.

“So you’re going to go over right away, aren’t you?” she asked, grinning.

“Um, I don’t know. I was going to wait a little bit actually.”

Claire shook her head as we pulled into the apartment parking lot.

“That’s a terrible idea. You need to get the fuck over there RIGHT AWAY. Don’t wait or he may lose interest or completely forget about you. Plus, like I’ve been telling you, you need to get out of this job as soon as possible. If he can help you, the sooner you may be able to get out of your job.”

I realized she was exactly right. We got out of the car and I went up to get changed.

“What do you think I should wear?” I asked as we stepped into our apartment.

“Just wear something casual. Jeans and a t-shirt. Don’t think of this first visit as sexual. Take it slow, unless he makes the first move.”

I went to my room and tried to find a pair of clothes that would actually make me look good. The only pair of jeans I had were very tight on me. I tried them on anyway. Claire helped me out a little with the makeup. She had a steady boyfriend so I figured she knew exactly what she was talking about.

We finished getting me ready in about an hour. I could feel my heart pounding as I looked at myself in the mirror. I decided to go with the tight jeans and a plain, white t-shirt. The t-shirt looked fine, but I was afraid the button on the jeans would pop out.

Claire thought I looked great though. I had a thin layer of lipstick on with eyeliner and everything. It had been a long time since I’d bothered to put makeup on, but Claire thought it would be a good idea.