Chapter 6

• Samantha's POV :
• The corner of his lips lifted into a smile as I kept staring at him, feeling annoyed.
• "If you call that flirting then you have really low standards, Ms. Perez," he replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. I looked away from his face and folded my arms in front of my chest.
• "Do not take that tone with me," I pointed my finger at him and he smiled, running his eyes all over my body, making me feel hot and flustered.
• I had no idea why it bothered me to see him with that girl, Amy. This was all new to me. Maybe I didn't want him to forget about me, and that night already. I kept reminding myself to be professional but I just couldn't help it.
• "Look, I am working with Amy just like you asked and Ryan is also in the back end team. We are working and having fun at the same time. I don't see how it's affecting the productivity," he explained and I kept staring at his lips, wanting to pounce on him and have my way with him already.
• "I've been noticing you for the past couple of days and I really don't appreciate my team members getting involved romantically or anything," I stated and he gave me a 'what the fuck' look.
• Shit, that made no sense. What was I even trying to do?
• "Uhhh...last time I checked, I can date whoever I want and there is no company policy that restricts me from doing so," he seemed pissed off and frankly he had every right to be. I was acting like a crazy bitch which was so unlike me.
• "Fine, I need the mechanics of the game developed by today," I smirked and turned around to go sit behind my desk.
• "Are you shitting me? That's impossible. It's only been two days," he almost yelled and I turned around to face him with my hands on my hip.
• "Now, you could have done that if you had been really working as you said."
• "Nobody can develop it in a span of two days," he scoffed, running his hands through his jet black hair that kept falling on his forehead.
• "Is that a challenge?" I raised my eyebrows and he gulped, knowing very well that I wasn't kidding.
• "Why are you doing this?" he asked, looking at me like he was trying to figure me out.
• "Because I can, Mr.Wilson," I replied coldly.
• Yup, he was definitely going to hate me now.
• "You are freaking unbelievable. Is this some kind of sick revenge for sleeping with you?" he asked, his nose flaring up in anger as he came closer towards me. I almost forgot how to breathe but tried to maintain a straight face even though his musky cologne brought back dirty memories which made me want to take him right there on my desk.
• God, why was I having such sinful thoughts?
• "Or do you want more of this?" he asked, gesturing towards his body and continued, "Because it looks like you are jealous,"
• "Jealous? Please, I--I hardly remember that night," I stuttered, lying through my teeth and cleared my throat. I must have bruised his ego or something because he started to breathe heavily and looked right into my eyes with rage and I held his glare, not breaking it off.
• Damn, was his face sculpted or something? I couldn't see a single flaw.
• "You don't remember?" he asked in a husky voice and took a step forward while I took a step back.
• Umm...what was he trying to do?
• "No, I don't." I lied confidently this time as he kept walking towards me.
• "You don't remember the way I kissed you or how wet you got even before I touched you down there?" he whispered bluntly, making my eyes go wide.
• "Mr. Wilson, that's very inappropriate." I kept walking and my back hit against the wall behind me.
• "Is it now?" he breathed out before pulling me closer by snaking his arm around my waist and before I could process the bolts of pleasure running through my body at his touch, he grabbed my face, crashing his lips to mine. My eyes went wide as I realized what was happening but I was too damn turned on to push him away. I kissed him back, running my hands through his hair.
• Very professional, Samantha.
• I could feel his dick poking against my stomach as he bit my lip, making me moan a little. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth, tasting every inch of my mouth and my hands went down, tracing his perfect body over his shirt. I pulled him closer by his tie and kissed him back with the same need and urgency. Fuck, my skin was burning with desire and I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs.
• Wow, it was so much better than the last time.
• We both pulled back when my phone went off and I moved away from him to maintain some decent space.
• "I hope this made you remember because I specifically remember you saying how much I satisfied you," he smirked, before walking right out of my office while I stood there, looking dumbfounded and flushed.
• Fuck, fuck, fuck!
• I couldn't believe that I let him kiss me. God, I hated him. I hated that he was making me feel things. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my raging hormones.
• This was bad. So fucking bad.
• I realized that my phone was still ringing and picked it up.
• "Yes?"
• "It's David, Ms. Perez."
• "Yes. Tell me, Mr. Smith." I asked, wondering how he got my number. I never shared it with anyone in the office.
• "I hope you don't mind that I took your number from the company's database,"
• That made sense.
• "Not at all, is it something important?" I asked, trying to get to the point as I was not in the mood to talk.
• "I just wanted to ask if everything was going fine and smooth. If there are any issues you can bring it come to me," he replied and my cheeks turned a deep shade of red, thinking about the kiss.
• Yeah, your team member just kissed me senselessly, I wanted to say.
• "Everything is just perfect. Thank you for checking up on me," I responded with a small smile and cut the call after saying a quick goodbye.
• I kept thinking about what happened earlier as I couldn't get him or that kiss or that unfortunate night out of my mind. I didn't want to get involved emotionally, that was for sure and I knew he wouldn't be up for it too as he was still hung up on the best friend chick but the way he kissed me told me otherwise.
• Looks like he was more complicated than me.
• For the rest of the day, I stayed inside my office and never came out as I didn't know how to face him again. Around 6 in the evening, I stepped out knowing very well that he wouldn't be here. He usually leaves at 5 pm. I sighed in relief, making my way towards the break room. The entire floor was almost empty except for a few people who were collecting their stuff to leave.
• I started to make my coffee taking my own sweet time, humming a tune to myself and kept swaying my hips.
• "I hate to interrupt your little party but are you gonna be done any time soon?" I heard a deep familiar voice behind me and jumped in shock, turning around to find a pair of smoldering grey eyes looking down at me.
• Jesus Christ! Talk about humiliation.
• How long was he standing here and watching me? I finally lifted my gaze to meet his own and that's when I realised how tall he was even though I was wearing heels.
• What the hell was he doing here?
• "What are you still doing here?" I asked, trying to act cool like I wasn't just caught embarassing myself.
• "Didn't you ask me to 'work' instead of flirting?" he replied, sarcasm dripping in his tone and I rolled my eyes.
• "Are you done?" he asked again, pointing at the coffee machine.
• "I'm done," I moved aside and took a packet of sugar while he was making his coffee. There was an awkward silence between us and neither of us spoke a word.
• "So that kiss do anything to you?" he smirked with a playful look on his face and I pursued my lips into a thin line.
• "Don't you ever try that again unless you want to be fired," I hissed, trying to sound angry.
• "You kissed me back too. So if I'm getting fired, I'm taking you down with me, sweetheart." he kept stirring his coffee with one hand while his other hand was stuffed inside his pocket. Oh no, he didn't. Even though I was so fucking mad at him, I couldn't help but noticed his messy hair, his tie which was undone, hanging loosely around his neck and the sleeves of his button-down shirt rolled up, showing off his sexy forearms. I could make out his perfect jawline from the side and my hands itched to run all over his day-old stubble.
• Stay focused!
• "I did not kiss you back, you jerk! I am your manager and you better treat me like one because if you get your hands anywhere near me, I'll fucking break them," I threatened him even though I didn't mean a single word I just said. He gave me an amusing look, shaking his head.
• "You know you are just turning me on right now, being all feisty." he winked, sipping on his coffee before leaving the break room while I had my jaw hanging to the floor.
• Dammit! Why does he get leave the room always?