Page 15 of Not So Casual

I slowly rub my temples, the computer screen in front of me becoming blurry, the words jumbling around. Mondays are always the worst, but today is hands down the worst Monday-est Monday to ever Monday.

Last night was a disaster, in that I didn’t get any sleep, in anticipation of laying eyes on Elias. I came into work with an extra spring in my step that was quickly knocked out from under me when I saw the mile long list of things needing to be done today. Rolling my neck, I try to release some of the tension that’s built up when the soft click of my office door opening gets my attention. Lifting my head, I lock eyes with Elias, who has a soft smile on his face.

“Figured you might need this.” He has water in one hand and shakes a bottle of pain medication in the other.

“God, yes.”

Snickering, he walks over quickly and sets both items down in front of me before backing away and sitting down in the chair.

“Damn, I hate Mondays. It’s always one thing after another. It’s either someone bugging me on the phone trying to get through to you or bugging me in person trying to get into the office to see you.”

Tossing a pill into my mouth, I smile after washing it down. “I’m very important.”

“And you have a big ego.”

“I also have something else that’s big.” I pump my eyebrows and Elias busts up laughing, causing me to laugh along with him.

“You’re an idiot.” He throws me a soft smile before continuing, “You feeling better though?” He jerks his head in the direction of the medicine.

“I will be. Thank you.”

“No problem. That’s literally what I get paid to do. I ordered lunch as well. It should be here in about twenty minutes, give or take.”

On cue, my stomach rumbles and Elias sniggers.

“See, I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Hmm. Seems that you do.”

Tilting my head, I take in Elias and what he’s wearing today. Black slacks with a black button-down shirt, a black vest and a bright pink bow tie. His blonde hair is styled to the side and his amber eyes are glistening as he smiles at me. He clears his throat and I realize I’ve been busted checking him out shamelessly. I can’t help it, though, there’s just something about him that draws me in.

“Come to my place tonight,” I blurt out, both of our eyes widening in shock.

“Tonight?” he rasps. His leg starts slowly bouncing, and I wonder if I’ve made him nervous.

“Unless you have plans?” Fuck, I hope he doesn’t have plans. I really need to get my hands on him.

“No. No plans. What time?”

“Seven.”

“Sounds good.” Dusting off his pants, he stands up and walks toward the door before turning around. “Hey, Alexander?”

“Hmm?” Raising my head, my pulse spikes when I take him in.

Elias locks his eyes on mine, gently pulling his bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it. “How do you feel about lace?”

Oh, holy fuck. All the blood in my body rushes south, my dick instantly getting hard.

“Love lace,” I rasp out.

“Good.” He winks before dipping out quickly, leaving me imagining Elias in lace.

The rest of the day passes by slowly, the thoughts of Elias and lace never leaving my mind. In between work, all I do is imagine Elias in different ways, most of them underneath me, some above me. But all of them with my cock inside him.

Rushing home, I quickly shower, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and make my way into the kitchen. For some reason, I want to feed Elias. Pulling open the different cabinets, I take in what food I have.

Which is nothing.

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