He’s not hinting at it. And I wouldn’t dare to bring it up, but I can see it in his eyes.
He was a bad boy once, and I’m not such a good girl either.
“Elizabeth?”
I flick my eyes up from my tablet, wearing––I bet––a guilty expression.
Julie looks at me from the doorway.
“Have you seen David?”
I try not to let out more than I already have.
“Not today. No.”
I saw him when he walked into the firm.
I pretended I was focused on my job when, in fact, I was drooling over his green tie. My nipples pushed against my dress, and they do that even now as I think about it.
He promised to eat me out in the morning, but he got an early call and walked out of the house without touching me. I had a lingering desire between my thighs the entire morning, and things aren’t better now.
I clench my thighs under my desk, which technically is his desk.
Even that thought makes me horny.
Julie’s gaze is still on me. Blue like his. Reminding me of him. As if I need another reminder.
Please, no.
“How are things?” she asks, entering the room, hesitant to a degree.
I don’t know what that means if anything, and I have no space in my head to mull over it.
“Things are good,” I say.
She rocks a blue pantsuit today. It’s made in dark blue, good quality fabric, and paired up with a pink dress shirt.
She looks fantastic.
I’m wearing a black skirt and a pinstripe fitted dress shirt. Black background with a silver thread woven through it.
David liked how it looked against my hair when I showed him my outfit last night before he peeled off my robe and fucked me on the kitchen counter.
The memory puts a smile on my face.
It doesn’t go unnoticed.
“That good?” she asks, and I realize I’m not alone.
“I’m sorry. I was thinking about something else.”
I avert my eyes.
Her silence makes me lift my gaze, though.
She seems consumed with something else, like I am.
“All right. I’ll go looking for him,” she says in a firm voice, her focus back. “Oh,” she says, her index finger going up. “That’s him,” she says as male voices ring outside.