"Why are you smiling like that? You look like a fucking idiot," Ryan asked as I walked in for work the next week.
"Wh--? I'm not smiling," I rushed out, maintaining a straight face and removed my bag, placing it on my desk.
"You have been acting weird since Friday, dude. Did you have some kind of kinky sex in her office?" he whispered, making me laugh out loud.
Man, I still couldn't believe that I kissed her again. I didn't know what came over me that day and to be honest, I expected her to slap the shit out of me but she kissed me back, unleashing the beast in me and now I carved more of her which was wrong on so many levels. All weekend I was anticipating seeing her and Heck! I've never been more excited to go to work.
"No, we didn't have sex but I totally kissed her," I smirked, sitting down on my seat.
"Not interested in her, my ass!" He punched my arm and I tried to tackle him with my free hand.
"I don't know why I did it. She was just getting on my nerves and the next thing I know, we are kissing. For some weird reason, I'm attracted to all that confidence and sass and she is so damn hot and wild, man." I sighed, releasing my grip on his neck.
"You are totally whipped, dude. Sounding like a fucking pussy,"
"I'm not fucking whipped."
"Why don't you just ask her out?" he suggested and I shook my head.
"I'm not even sure if I'm over Rebecca. I'm a total mess and I don't want to drag her into it," I muttered, running my hands through my hair.
"So you are just going to keep kissing her every time you see her?" he asked with a confused look on his face.
"No. I'm just going to forget about the whole thing and try to stay away from her. It's for the best and anyway she threatened to break my hand if I touch her again," I replied, laughing in between and he joined me.
"God, I like this woman."
"Yeah, she is feisty as hell." I smiled, thinking about her.
"Ugh! Stop making that face. It makes me sick." he smacked my head, making me glare at him.
"Do me a favor and return this to her?" I handed him the bag from the dry cleaners and he stood me, taking it from me.
"Let's see if I can get some action this time," he teased, making me roll my eyes.
"She has eyes only for me, mate." I boasted while he flipped his finger before leaving, making me laugh. I continued to do my work and I was almost done working with the back end team so no more working with Amy I guess.
"What happened?" I asked when I saw Ryan returning with the bag in his hand.
"She wants you to bring it," he muttered in annoyance and I frowned at his response.
What was she playing at, now?
"Fine, give it to me." I snatched the bag from his hand and stood up to leave.
"Oh, she looks pissed." I stopped mid-track and turned to glare at him.
"Just warning you so don't try to kiss her or something," he teased and I continued to walk, paying him no mind.
"Come in, Mr. Wilson." I heard her and entered. She was sitting behind her desk with her long legs crossed and I tried my best to control my horny self. She was too busy typing away something on her computer and didn't glance at me even once. I kept standing there like a fucking idiot with her bag.
"Here's the dress," I placed it on her desk and was about to walk away.
"Did I tell you to leave?" She roared, making me groan internally.
Ohh, she was poking the bear.
"What is it now?" I asked, fixing my gaze to the ground and she stood up from her seat.
"Look at me," she demanded and I flicked my gaze to meet her hazel brown eyes with thick lashes.
"Ummm...About what happened--" she started and I interrupted her.
"I know. It was a mistake and I won't happen again," I rushed out, stuffing my hands in my pocket and she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.
"What?" she blurted out.
"Yeah, it was unprofessional and I acted in an impulse. Sorry about it." I tried to remain as calm as possible but it was so hard not to focus on her lips and my greedy eyes couldn't help but flick downwards. I could notice her erect nipples piercing through her blouse which confirmed to me that she was affected by my presence too.
"Well, I kissed you back. So I guess I should apologize too." She replied, clearing her throat and I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too." She gave me a small smile and my breath hitched.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
"Good," she uttered.
"Perfect," I replied, trying so hard not to smile.
"Absolutely perfect," she breathed out and we kept staring at each other. The air between us was so thick with sexual tension and I mentally groaned before making up my mind.
Jesus Christ! Fuck staying away!
I grabbed her face and claimed her lips, pushing her against the door. She responded immediately and pushed her body towards me, running her hands all over my biceps and I pulled her closer by her tiny waist while she wrapped her arms around my neck. She smelled like apples and berries, making me drool instantly.
I slid my tongue while my left hand pushed her skirt up, tracing her sexy smooth skin while she moaned against my mouth, making me smile and my lips went down from her jaw to her neck.
"We should not be doing this," she whispered as I sucked on her sensitive spot, grabbing her thigh and placing it around my waist. I was so fucking hard already.
Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of me.
"I know," I groaned, unbuttoning the first two buttons of her blouse. She was wearing a maroon lacy bra, turning me on more, if it was even possible.
"I hate you!" She moaned as I squeezed her boobs, breathing hard.
"I know, baby girl." I chuckled, kissing her again to shut her up.
"You taste so amazing. I wonder if you taste just like that down there," I whispered seductively in her ears and felt her shudder in delight against my body.
"Woah! Okay okay okay, stop." She pushed me back a little and tried to catch her breath.
"We have a meeting with the clients in like 10 minutes and I need to be prepared." She moved aside and stood far away from me.
"Yeah, I know." I ran my hands through my hair, trying to catch my breath. She looked at me puzzled and I raised my eyebrows in confusion.
"Aren't you going to storm out like you always do?" she asked, buttoning her blouse and my eyes automatically followed her actions.
"I can't go out like this," I replied pointing to my dick and she burst out into laughter. That was the first time I saw her laugh and she looked so beautiful and relaxed.
Why wasn't she like that always?
Why was she acting so tough?
"God, you should seriously stop doing that," she sighed, walking towards her desk and fixing her hair while I adjusted my pants before turning towards her.
"You should stop responding like that, Ms.Perez," I smirked, leaning against the door and she narrowed her eyes at me.
"We will talk about this later in a public place. Now get out, I need to get some work done, unlike few people." She replied, giving me a sly look. I shook my head with a small smile and headed outside with one little thought in my head.
Why the fuck did I kiss her again?
More importantly, why the hell did she kiss me back?
"Gentlemen, as promised we have come up with the design for the new game and the development has already started," I kept going through the slides explaining each one of them as the clients were listening to me intently. We were in the conference room along with the whole team.
"So when can we expect the final product?" One of the clients with blonde hair asked, interrupting me.
"By the end of October," I smiled politely and they nodded in understanding.
"Can we see any part of the development since you mentioned that your team has already started working on it?"
I looked at David in shock. He didn't mention that I had to prepare slides for the development progress also. He had a look on his face that said he had no idea about it and I let out a huge sigh.
"Uhh....well...I don't think there is much to show as we just started working," I tried to convince them but they were stubborn as hell.
"Anything is fine, Ms. Perez."
I started to sweat and swallowed hard. This was so unlike me. I took a deep breath and tried to come up with anything but my mind went blank.
Oh god! This was humiliating.
"Of course, we can show you." I heard Nate's voice and lifted my head to see him, standing up with his laptop, and relief flooded through me. He gave me a look that said 'I've got this' and stood beside me. He started explaining the work he did with the back end team and I sat down, to not take away his spotlight. He worked hard to complete this and to be honest, it was pretty impressive.
"This is really good and I'm happy with the progress, Ms.Perez. We can wind up the meeting if that is all," The blonde-haired guy spoke again and stood up, extending his hand.
"Thank you so much for your time," We all said our goodbyes, and everyone started to leave the room.
"Nate?" I called out just as he was about to walk out of the room and he turned around with a surprised look on his face.
"Did you just call me 'Nate'?" he asked with a playful glint in his eyes and that's when I realized that I indeed called him by his first name.
"Thank you so much for what you did out there. You just saved the day and I'm really grateful for that," I dismissed his question and thanked him sincerely with a small smile and he smirked, coming closer, zeroing the distance between us.
"Of course, I wasn't going to let those men make you sweat." he grinned widely and I knew there was a inner dirty meaning in his sentence. I tried to fight the smile that was threatening to break out on my face. I wasn't going to lie. I was sexually attracted to this hot piece of ass, right in front of me and I just couldn't help myself. He was so freaking hot and I wanted to do all kinds of dirty sinful things to him. I know I was playing with fire here but my mind was clouded by my desires.
"You want to grab some lunch?" I asked, surprising myself and he raised his eyebrows.
"You are full of surprises today, aren't you?" he chuckled which made his eyes shine.
Dang! He was cute too.
"Just to appreciate your work with the back end team and also...uhhh to have that 'talk'," I explained, collecting my things from the table.
"Right, public place." he sighed and made his way towards the door but stopped suddenly and turned around, making me bump into his chest.
"You do know that this," he gestured between us and continued," is always going to be there behind closed doors and outside this door also right?"
"What do you mean by 'this' ?" I whispered, looking straight into his grey orbs.
"Chemistry, baby girl." He rolled his eyes and I smirked, pushing him away.
"We will see about that, Mr. Wilson. Come on," I walked out of the room with my head held high and he followed me right behind.
"Whoa! What happened to 'Nate' ?" he asked, pouting like a kid and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Don't push it," I mumbled and kept walking. Soon we were in the parking lot, the ride to the nearby restaurant was quiet and neither of us spoke a word.
"So is this a date?" he asked after a while.
"No. Business Lunch," I replied too quickly and I saw him nodding from the corner of my eye.
"How often do you have business lunch with your colleagues?" he questioned again.
Never, I wanted to say.
"Why do you care? Just appreciate the gesture," I muttered and he hummed in response.
"Do you live around here?"
"Oh my god! What is this? Twenty questions?" I exclaimed, making him laugh out loud.
"Jeez! I'm just trying to have small talk and also I love riling you up," he smirked as I pulled over at the restaurant.
"You are such an ass." I sighed, unbuckling my seat belt, and got out of the car.
"Shall I bring your usual?" The waiter asked and I shook my head, my eyes going wide. I didn't want Nate to know what I eat regularly. It would be embarrassing.
"I'll have Caesar's salad," I smiled and looked at Nate.
"What's your usual?" he asked and I glared at him for a good twenty seconds before he gave up and turned his attention to the waiter.
"I'll have the...Bacon-wrapped chicken breast with spicy garlic sauce," He gave his order and put the menu down while I scrunched my nose at the sound of garlic.
"I hate garlic." I made a face and he gasped at my response.
"Have you ever eaten garlic bread?"
"Then how can you say you don't like garlic without even eating garlic bread?"
"The smell of it makes me sick." I protested while he just laughed at my response.
"You are missing out on some great stuff out there, Ms.Perez." he shook his head in disappointment and I couldn't help but smile at how normal he was. He was such a plain and down to earth person who was cocky sometimes. Oh, and did I mention hot as fuck? Soon the food arrived and we started to eat quietly.
"We are outside the office, baby girl." He started and I looked at him confused.
"So? And stop calling me that," I tried to sound annoyed even though the way he called me 'baby girl' every time sent tingles down my spine. No one has ever given me a nickname before.
"So you can just let loose and enjoy this lunch. You make me seem like a boring person and trust me I'm not boring at all." he chuckled and I realized that he was true. I was always so reserved and had a wall around myself for obvious reasons. I could be a little friendly, after all, I was the one who asked him out for lunch.
"Fine, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, taking a bite of my food.
"Why gaming?" he blurted out like he was waiting to ask that question and I wasn't surprised, to be honest.
"Well, I started to play games to distract myself initially, and then I found myself curious to learn all about it and while playing, I used to get a lot of ideas to develop new games. I guess that's how it all started," I explained quietly, playing with my food and flicked my eyes to see him gazing at me fondly.
Oh fuck, stop looking at me like that.
"What about you?" I cleared my throat and asked him.
"I don't have an interesting response. You know guys and video games just click together," he chuckled a bit and I smiled at his response. I was surprised to find myself having a decent conversation with him and we spoke a little about work and regular stuff.
"Scoot over," he commanded and I raised my eyebrows.
"You wanted to talk about 'it' in a public place right so let's talk whilst being close and see if we can keep our hands off each other," he stood up and sat down by my side and I could instantly felt the warmth radiating from his body.
"You must be crazy to think that I'm going to jump your bones in public," I let out a shaky breath and he looked down at me.
"A guy can dream, baby girl." he smirked, pushing himself closer towards me and our knees were touching.
"Wha---What the hell are you doing?" I hissed, fearing that someone could see us.
"Relax, I'm not doing anything, baby girl. I swear, no dirty business," he turned towards me, "Unless you want me to," he whispered, making me swallow hard in anticipation.
Oh my god!
"Look, I am your boss. You can't sit so close," I breathed out, not looking at him even once and fixed my gaze to the plate in front of me.
"We are not in the office so technically you are not my boss here," I glared at him and cursed under my breath.
He was right.
"Fine, let's talk. Hands were I can see them," I instructed and he looked like he was trying so hard to suppress his smile.
"Okay, so we should stop doing what we were doing earlier to--today as it is wrong," I stuttered a little as I was constantly aware of his knee touching mine. I could feel my entire body burning up and I badly wanted to squeeze my thighs together but I didn't want him to get the message that I was affected by his touch.
"Sounds about right," he rested his chin on his right hand and kept gazing at me intently.
"And from now, I'll come to your cubicle if I need anything." I cleared my throat and slightly moved in my seat, getting a whiff of his musky cologne.
"Okay, that's agreeable." he nodded and I held his gaze. My eyes flicked down below the table and I suddenly started to feel so hot, his hands were so close to my thighs and he slowly moved his hands like he was reading my mind.
"Nate, don't," I whispered in a shaky voice even though my mind was screaming at me to spread my legs wider.
"Don't what?" he asked in a husky voice, his gaze not leaving mine even for a second, "Just tell me to stop, baby girl, and I will but god help me, I don't want to stop." He whispered against my ears and his hot breath tickled my neck, making me shudder in delight. I took a look around and found that the restaurant wasn't crowded and the people were oblivious to what was happening under our table.
I closed my eyes and slowly opened my legs wider and that was all he needed to slip his hands between my thighs, making me squirm in my seat.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered and I shook my head while his fingers grazed against my inner thighs, dangerously close to my core.
"God, touch me already." I hissed in frustration, making him chuckle and he pushed my panties aside and touched my now wet core. I bit my lip to control my moan.
"Sweet Jesus, You are so fucking wet." He groaned as his fingers traced the slick length of my pussy.
"Oh god!" I gripped his arm tighter as he inserted one finger inside me and slowly finger fucked me.
"You should seriously stop responding like this, Ms. Perez. It turns me on even more." He spoke, continuing his sweet torture with his skillful hands and I threw my head back, coming all over his hands and my vision went blank.
Fuck, that was fast.
I opened my eyes and found him licking his hands clean, making me blush a deep shade of red. I tucked my hair behind my ears and cleared my throat.
"Well, I was right." he beamed proudly, wiping his hands clean and handed me some tissue.
"About what?" I asked whilst cleaning myself.
"We can never keep our hands off each other in private or in public and," he paused, looking into my eyes, "You taste just as I imagined," he whispered with a small smile and I chewed on my bottom lip, wondering what was happening between us. We had crossed all boundaries of being professional and I could feel my heart racing wildly against my chest.
"Are you still trying to get over your best friend?" I blurted out, something that was bothering me for a long time and he was taken aback by my question. I saw an unfamiliar emotion pass through his eyes and he moved away from me slightly.
For some reason, I felt a sting in my heart by his actions.