Page 10 of Not So Casual

A few hours later, I’m shutting down my computer and getting ready to head home for the evening when my door swings open and Elias comes strutting in.

“I updated your calendar for tomorrow because I had to make a couple of changes. Samantha Reising had to cancel for a family emergency, but I was able to replace her with Mark Myers, who’s been trying to get a pitch appointment for a couple of weeks.”

He ticks off item after item, ignoring the huge elephant in the room.

“Can we please talk about what happened today?” I beg. He doesn’t make eye contact with me, and I find myself missing it. His eyes are always so open, and I hate not being able to see what’s going on behind them.

“We’re good, Alexander. It won’t happen again. I’m about to go home, is there anything else you need from me before I leave?”

“Yeah. To talk,” I repeat, waiting until he lifts his head and locks eyes with me.

Blowing out a breath, he makes his way to the chair in front of my desk and plops down, crossing his leg over his knee.

“Fine. What do you want to talk about, Alexander?” I hate how he sounds exasperated, but I know it’s warranted. I deserve any anger he’s feeling right now.

“Us. What happened this morning.”

“Yeah, you regret it. I got that part.”

“I don’t regret it.”

Huffing a laugh, he rolls his eyes. “Coulda fooled me. If you don’t regret it, then why can’t it happen again? We’re both two consenting adults. Is it the boss and employee thing?”

“Yes and no.” Leaning forward, I put my elbows onto the desk and rest my head in my hands, slightly pulling on the strands. “Of course, the boss/employee thing is bad, but it’s more than that. I'm not a relationship person. I don’t do more than sex, and that’s all I can offer.”

Silence hits my ears, causing me to glance up and see Elias’ reaction. He’s staring at me, eyes wide and his mouth open.

“When did I say I wanted a relationship? And how would I have even had the time to communicate that? We went from zero to sixty in literally eight hours.”

“Well… Uh… I guess I just assumed that’s what you would want.”

Elias snickers, shaking his head softly. “Well, I don’t want a relationship either. I want to be dicked down and fucked to within an inch of my life. That’s what I want. Are you up for that? Or should we just stop now?”

Gaping at him in shock, no words come out. The head on my shoulders and the head to my dick are no longer communicating. One says it’s a bad idea, while the other is straining against my slacks, wanting to be released. I must take too long because Elias stands up and walks over to my side of the desk. Pushing my chair back, I swivel toward Elias before he steps in between my legs.

“It’s up to you now. You want me, all you have to do is say the word. If not, that’s fine too. We can just keep going on as we were.” Too quick—so quickly if I had blinked, I would have missed it—he grabs my dick through my slacks, squeezing lightly before turning around and strolling out of my office, leaving me hard and wanting him.

Tossing my head back, I groan, pushing down on my raging hard on.

I am so fucked.

Pushing the buttons on the remote, I flip through Netflix trying to decide on what to watch. My mind is currently spinning, flipping between the pros and cons of getting together with Elias.

While on the plus side, I know what the pros would be. Finally being able to touch him, to feel him come apart for me, to finally try to diminish the fire that burns inside me. I also know the cons of being with him. Ruining one of the best friendships I’ve had, even if he is simply my assistant. Or it ends in disaster where he has to quit and isn’t able to finish school, or god forbid he falls for me, and I can’t return his feelings.

Feelings and I don’t mix. We’re like oil and water. Guys always think they’ll be the one who’ll tame me, but no one ever will. No one can hold my attention longer than a night or two. Even though I want Elias under me for more than one night, I can’t promise him more than that, and I don’t want to risk ruining one of the best friendships in my life.

Exhaling slowly, I look up at the ceiling, trying to decide what I should do. Elias put the ball in my court, and I’m not sure whether I should take the shot. And how would it even work? Do we just hook up until one of us gets tired of the other and we stop? How will that affect our work life? Fuck, we can’t do this if it’ll end up with him quitting after this ends.

Reaching for my phone, I pull up Elias’ contact information, clicking the call button and putting it up to my ear, listening to it ring.

“Hello?” he says softly, and I rest my head on the back of the couch.

“So, how would this work?”

“Well, hello to you too, Alexander,” he snarks, his voice sending a tremor down my spine.

“Hello, Elias. But I’m serious, how would this work?” Leaning my head back, all I can think about is how much could go wrong.

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