Page 45 of Room Service
The door opens and shuts, leaving the room in what feels like deafening silence. I have no idea what to say or do, but I guess I don’t have to think about it for long as Dorien says, “Are you feeling better?”
“Um… yes, thank you,” I reply quietly, my mind already on how much Hayley is going to make me suffer for witnessing her being kicked out of this room.
“Good.” He stands from his seat and walks around the desk, until he’s in front of me, his arse perched on the edge of the desk. His bulge is in line with my face, and flashes of us together flit through my mind. “Are you sure you’re well enough to return to work?”
I nod my head as my eyes connect with his, and once again, the heat pools between my legs. Does this guy have some kind of secret tactic to turn me to putty? Yes, Elise, it’s his dick and his… charm. I almost laugh at Dorien having charm, but I guess, in his own way, he does.
He sure as hell charmed the fucking knickers off of me in the most dominant way… “Elise?”
“What?” I blink a few times, realising he’s been speaking and I totally zoned out.
“Did you get your package?” he reiterates, although I have no idea if that is what he actually asked previously.
“Yes, thank you.”
“I wasn’t sure because I never heard from you,” he says, looking at me curiously.
“Well, I don’t have any way of contacting you,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders.
“We better remedy that. Give me your phone,” he demands, holding his hand out ready. I’m yet to put it in my work locker, because I was going to do it after this back to work meeting, so he can clearly see the outline of it in the front pocket of my apron.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I admit.
“Give it to me.”
“Are you always this bossy?” I enquire.
“Not always.”
“Then why are you always bossing me around? Aside from work, of course.”
“I thought you liked it when I did that,” he says quietly, his eyes blazing with heat. My pussy clenches at the thought of him being dominant in the bedroom, or anywhere where we’re naked, really.
To save myself from answering the question, I take my phone out of my pocket and go to pass it to him, but he reminds me to unlock the screen first, and of course, I do, because even though I said this was a bad idea, I’m not totally against having his number. I watch as he taps the screen and then declares, “Problem solved. Now you can get hold of me whenever you need to.”
“And why would I need to get hold of you?” I question, fighting the smile from forming on my lips.
He leans down, my phone still in his hand, and he rests his hands on either side of the chair, until he’s low enough that his face is level with mine. “Don’t fucking toy with me, Elise.”
“I’m not. I’m just asking why I would need it when we’re just fucking on the side.” I almost let my jaw drop open at how frank I just spoke, but sod it, I’m confused about what this is between us and, damn it, I need some goddamn clarity in my life about something—anything.
“Is that what you think this is? A quick fuck here and there?” he questions.
“Well, you told me you like to fuck, so you tell me.” I’m not backing down, I’m fed up of wondering what the fuck is going on and if I’m going to be fired at any moment because I have crossed the line and someone has found out, or he no longer wants me around.
He quickly gets up and goes to the door, clicking the lock into place before he’s back in front of me, resuming his position.
“I also told you I only fuck a woman for one night, but here I am, Elise, breaking all the rules for you,” he confesses.
He’s breaking the rules for me. His own rules. Stupid rules he’s lived by for years.
“But why?” I ask, suddenly finding that I need the answer to that more than I realised.
“Because I like you.”
I let out a snort of laughter, unable to stop myself. “You like me?”
He lifts one hand and runs it through his hair before putting it back on the arm of the chair I’m sitting in. “Yes, Elise, I fucking like you.” It’s the first time I’ve seen him look so unsure of himself, and honestly, it’s so endearing.
