Page 19 of Come Home to Me

Frank

There isn’t enough coffee in the world to fend off the exhaustion I’m battling this morning. Between the late night with Sarah on Wednesday and the brand-new series of elevator themed sex fantasies that kept me up last night, I’m a mess.

I can’t stop yawning.

I can’t focus.

I have zero interest in work.

I also doubt I’ll be able to step into an elevator again without imagining Sarah screaming my name in ecstasy. Heaven help me if I ever have to ride in one with her again. I won’t survive. Not after last night. All the blood in my body will flow straight to my dick and no one will ever know what happened.

I carry my newly filled coffee cup back to my desk and check my IMs. There are a few from Jason, a handful of work related questions from coworkers, and a request for a meeting from Brian Kent, the man whose name is on the sign above the door.

As in, McDougan & Kent.

As in, Brian is only one of the most revered men in this office.

As in, the one man other than my father whose opinion of me actually matters.

I swallow a hefty dose of scalding coffee and put the mug on my desk before I accept the request. I’ll have to rearrange a couple things in my afternoon, but so what. When Brian Kent asks you for a meeting, you do what needs to be done to accommodate him.

The day passes in a blur of caffeine, phone calls, and thoughts of Sarah. I can’t get that woman out of my head. Scratch that. I don’t want to get that woman out of my head. It was all I could do not to kiss her outside of Derby’s on Wednesday.

I wanted to dig my fingers into her hips, run a hand down her ass, smash my lips to hers, and drag her to my apartment.

I wanted her head thrown back on my pillow, her back arching in ecstasy as I drove myself inside her.

I wanted her nails scratching down my back, her screams waking my neighbors. I wanted to bite and slap and lick and suck until we collapsed in a sweaty heap on my bed.

And maybe, if she’d been any other woman, I would have done any of those things. But there’s something in Sarah’s eyes. Something in the way she looks at me. Something in the way I feel when I’m with her. I don’t want to rush this. I want to savor it. I want to savor her. She’s not the kind of woman you spend a night with only to disappear.

Sarah is…different.

My mind wanders around yesterday. The two of us stuck in the elevator, laughing, talking, learning each other. I would have kissed her then, if we hadn’t been interrupted by being rescued.

Talk about bad timing.

Or good timing.

I’m still not sure.

So much for getting work done today. There’s only one thing on my mind and it’s her. I sit back in my chair and pick up my phone, resting my feet on the edge of the desk, my legs crossed at the ankles. I have to see her tonight. I can’t keep feeling this way, wanting her and not having her. Do I invite her over to my place? Cook her dinner and then keep her hostage for the weekend? Finally stop fighting whatever this is between us and fuck her senseless?

“Mr. Wilde?”

I look up to find Trish Juniper, Brian Kent’s administrative assistant, poking her head through my office door.

I drop my feet to the ground and sit forward. “Hey, Trish. What’s up?”

“Mr. Kent has a free space in his schedule now and wondered if you had time to fit him in.”

“Of course.”

And by of course, what I mean is that I rearranged my schedule to fit him into my afternoon, so I actually have a great many things on my plate right now. But not only do I never say no to Mr. Kent, I’m also doing a terrible job of focusing on work.

“Great.” Trish smiles. “He’s in his office, if you’re ready.”

I slide my phone into my pocket, adjust my tie, and follow Trish through the maze of desks and offices that make up McDougal & Kent. She makes a few attempts at conversation, polite observations of the weather and a congratulations on my last project, a pain in the ass that ended up earning a platinum LEED certification. I smile, nod, and let her jabber away, turning her questions around so she’ll fill the space by talking about herself. We stop in front of Brian’s office and she flashes me a wide smile.

---