Page 12 of Donut Overthink It

I SHOVE THE BATHROOM DOOR open and enter it once again, this time on shaky legs. What the hell was that?

I place my hands on the sink and bow my head as I try to will my heart to slow. It’s beating so hard my chest is tight.

What is he doing here? And what the fuck was he thinking? I mean, I know what I was thinking. Please save me from this horrible date and just fuck me came to mind several times. I was practically screaming it in my mind.

My pussy is wet, and the man didn’t even touch me. What the hell? Why was he so close? So dominating? He hates me! Come home with me. What did he expect us to do? Play chess.

He’s been playing head games with me for three months now but this? He must really want me to quit.

Let me give you a little advice. If you’re not interested in fucking him, then walk away. Because that’s all us men think about.

My pussy tightens, remembering his body so close to mine.

Was he thinking about fucking me? Of course, he was. He asked me to go home with him.

But what if that was a test? And as soon as I said yes, he’d laugh in my face and say You’re fired, Miss Burns. I can’t let him win. Won’t let him win.

Taking a deep breath, I realize I have been away from the table for over fifteen minutes. Nate probably thinks I’ve fallen in. Or worse, that I have the shits.

Running a hand down my dress, I let out a long breath and walk out the door. You can do this! Forget about your boss and the way he just made a pass at you. No matter how much you wanted him to follow through with it.

The first thing I do is look around for him. I wish I could be discreet, but I’ve never been good at nonchalant.

“There you are. Everything okay?” Nate asks as I sit down.

I nod, still looking around the restaurant. It’s packed for a Tuesday night. The lights are dim, making it hard to read the menu, and of course, I don’t have my glasses on or contacts in. “What’s good here?” I ask, putting it down.

My eyes scan the right side of the restaurant, but I come up with nothing. Maybe he’s still in the bathroom.

“Everything,” Nate replies.

I scan the left. Nothing. Maybe he went home. “You eat meat, right?” I hear Nate ask.

“I could use some sausage right now,” I mumble to myself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I just nod as I turn my head to look over my shoulder. And my eyes catch his. He’s staring right at me. A glass is to his lips as he sips the dark liquid, and he smirks at me over the rim. My heart starts to pound, and that throbbing I had earlier between my legs returns. I’m so screwed. I’m gonna have to quit. He’s gonna force my hand.

But I didn’t come this far to be another one of those weak assistants like he’s had in the past. I’m stronger than they are. I can put up with his demands and hateful attitude. But sex? Can I put up with him playing with my body? There’s only one way to find out.

I turn back to face Nate and smile. He’s staring at me strangely. “Thought I saw someone I knew.” Half lie.

He nods. “But everything is okay?”

I nod. “Perfect.”

AIDEN

I’ve been watching her with her date for the past thirty minutes. She’s laughed at what I can only guess are his stupid jokes. She smiles at him like she’s having fucking fun. Not like she just sent out an SOS text earlier.

She sits there with her right hand around her glass of water and her left hand in her lap. I’m surprised she isn’t drinking a glass of wine or champagne. He must have been too cheap to order her one. He’s drinking Coke. What kind of man brings a woman to this type of restaurant for a date and orders pop?

I fist my hand around my glass when I realize he probably drove her here. Which means he’ll be taking her home. It’s a shame. A man like him won’t know what to do with a woman like her. If I had brought her here, I’d have her sitting next to me in the back of the restaurant in a booth with my hand up her dress and her panties pulled to the side. It’s plenty dark enough in this establishment to get away with that. I wouldn’t be yapping her head off, but I would have my hands all over her. Her lips on mine. I’d have her gasping in my ear. My hands in her hair. She would know exactly what I wanted from her, and it wouldn’t be innocent.

Her black dress is not too short, but it shows off more than her usual work outfits. It’s sleeveless but has a high neck. I have a feeling she wanted to hide her tits, but it did the opposite. You can see the curve of those big bastards. She’s so small everywhere else, but her tits are huge. And they’re real. I’ve seen them bounce around too many times in the office for them to be fake. I don’t care how much women pay for them; no doctor is that good.

“Aiden, you have been quiet tonight,” my father observes.

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