Page 43 of Where We Fall

Now, I'm not exactly a fan. Why is it so easy for her to stay away? I feel like the needy one, and it's driving me crazy.

I want to spend some time with her, but I want it outside the office. I just don't know how to approach her with the subject.

I'm sitting at my desk with my door open when I see her walk by without even looking in. Fed up, I decide I need to grow a pair and ask her out. That's how this goes, right? The man asks the woman out. I've never done anything like this before, but I've never dated a woman like her before.

I knock lightly on her door, and she looks up from her desk and smiles.

"Hey you," she says. "Come on in."

She's so easy and makes this all seem too natural. There's no pretense or games. If she's happy to see me, she shows it. I love that.

"You're looking beautiful today," I tell her as I walk in.

I come around her desk and lean against it, folding my arms across my chest.

"Thank you. What can I do for you?" she asks as she crosses her legs.

Her skirt slides even higher, revealing more of her luscious thighs. I do my best to focus on what I came in here for.

"Are you free tonight?" I ask.

"I am." She seems amused as she answers.

I clear my throat, feeling tense about asking her and getting rejected. When did I become such a loser?

"Would you…uh…like to come over to my place tonight?"

She smiles. "You want me to come over to your place?"

"That's what I'm asking."

"What are we gonna do?" she asks, still smiling at me.

I laugh. "Do you need an itinerary?"

"Sorry," she says with a laugh. "I think I'm just a bit nervous."

Relief comes over me. I'm glad I'm not the only one nervous about all this.

"Well, I think we should just start with dinner. I would cook, but won't have much time after work. I can order some takeout for us."

"That sounds perfect. You can text me your address."

"Great. See you tonight, Lex." I wink at her, then head back to my office.

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One thing I'm thankful for is my cleaning tendencies. It makes this last-minute invite to Lexi a little less stressful since I don't have to run around my house trying to make it presentable.

The knock on my door urges me to look around one last time to make sure everything's in order. On the way to the front door, I check myself in the mirror. I changed into jeans and a white T-shirt to keep things casual.

I open the door and see her standing there in jeans and a green cotton T-shirt; only hers is fitted and shows off those beautiful tits of hers.

I smile and grab her hand, then pull her inside. Her laughs echo through my foyer and make my chest feel tight.

"Come here," I say as I pull her close and slam my lips down on hers.

It starts playful and light. But kissing her is like a drug; it doesn't take long before I'm addicted and craving more.

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