Sinful Mates 1-3

　　Making my way down to the now empty car park, I opened my door and ripped the blazer off and jumped into some loose-fitting tights. It was the weekend now; I would have two whole days of trying to fill the time. Just as I was getting comfortable, Tom walked up the ramp, a container in his hand. Tom opened my door and passed the container to me. “Hey, I forgot to give this to you. I heated it up on my way down. Mary made lasagne last night.”

　　“Thanks Tom,” I said, grabbing the hot container from his hand. It smelt delicious. My mouth instantly started to water.

　　Tom lent against my car. “Eat, I have something to tell you.”

　　Opening the container, I dug in. Tom even provided a fork and butter knife, my empty stomach welcoming the lasagne. Mary was a great cook. I could see why Tom was always so excited to get home to see what she made for tea. Tom waited for me to have my mouth full before he spoke. Probably to stop me from cutting him off, forcing me to listen. But what came out of his mouth nearly had me choking on my food.

　　“Theo and Tobias know you’re staying in the carpark; I swear I didn’t say anything,” he said holding his hands up in surrender. I didn’t know what to say, I knew I would need to move on now.

　　“How then if you didn’t tell them?”

　　“I’m not sure. Tobias came and seen me today. I am not sure how they found out, but he asked security to check the lower-level cameras, then came to see me when he realised every day I walk up to the top level and come back with you.”

　　“What did you tell him?” I asked, horrified. They are going to fire me, I know it. I never should have stayed here, and now Tom was probably going to get into trouble because me.

to struggle like this, Imogen.” I nodded my head in understanding. Tobias had done his homework really got up in my business. I wonder if that is why he changed the

on Monday. I really hope you didn’t get in too much trouble, Tom.

he wants to help. He sounded genuinely concerned, which is odd. That man is

all the times he had scolded or yelled at me. The way he ignored my presence half the time. Something had changed the last couple of weeks though, he had become more intense and watched me when he thought I wouldn’t notice. Then thought to what happened today

　　I thought back to the meeting when he dressed me like a child. I could feel my face heat up just at the memory making me

need their help; I manage just fine on

“Please Imogen, if they want to help let

My job is enough help, that’s if they don’t fire me. I will move on somewhere else so he doesn’t harass you and you don’t

excuse. You are too stubborn for your own good. You know

best option was the storage locker. The compound was pretty large, and I

the gates. Getting out, I made my way to my locker. Manoeuvring and restacking half the storage locker, I made enough room that I could use my blankets to make a makeshift sleeping quarters. At least this wouldn’t be as cramped as the car. My only concern would be being crushed to death by falling boxes and furniture. Grabbing my washing bucket, I made my way

was done, I went back to my storage locker, pulling the door down behind me, and hand scrubbed my clothes before hanging them on coat hangers

grass. When I looked up, I jumped in fright. The stray was standing watching me. I clutched my chest, and a gasp escaped my lips. Rolling my eyes at my foolish reaction, I called him over. “How did you find me?” I asked. Of course, he didn’t answer. I patted his head before standing up. “Come on then,” I said, patting my leg trying to get him to

went but would always come back of a night, which I was always happy to see him. Although he took up most of my makeshift bed, he acted like a hot water bottle. His temperature was always hot like he ran a fever. I just put it