Page 67 of His Temptation
“I don’t know. I figured you’d just think I was complaining about something trivial and scream at me to get back to work. It’s mainly the grinder. That’s why I bought the manual grinder.”
“You bought that?” I ask as my temper begins to flare.
“Of course I bought it. There was no way to make your precious animal-poop coffee without it. I think everybody else just uses the already-ground coffee beans, like normal humans.”
“I’m a dick, aren’t I?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “It’s not like you didn’t know that. You have some redeeming qualities.”
I smile. “Maybe to you. Well, I’m ordering a new coffee machine immediately, and you are no longer in charge of getting my coffee. Now go ahead and get settled in.” I get up and start to head to my office. “Let me know what you think of my animal-poop coffee,” I shout over my shoulder.
I hear a gagging sound as I walk into my office, which makes me laugh to myself. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever laughed at work before. It’s the strangest thing to walk around, feeling a bit lighter and not so angry. I guess good sex does that to you.
The rest of the day, we manage to work well together as we check meetings and tasks off my never-ending to-do list. I find we work well together despite our personal relationship. I meant what I told her yesterday. She’s a very intelligent person, and she has an incredible work ethic.
At five o’clock, I walk out to her desk. She’s busy typing away on her computer as she bobs her head to whatever she’s listening to on her earbuds.
When she notices me, she rips off her earbuds. “What do you need?”
“What makes you think I need something?” I ask.
She seems a bit taken aback by my question. “Because that’s how our business relationship works.”
“True. But I’m here to tell you to get out of here. Go home and have dinner with Ben at a normal time. In fact, I want you out of here at five the rest of the week.”
Her eyebrows lift. “Seriously? I don’t have to do that. It’s part of my job to be here when you are.”
I roll my eyes. “Just get out of here. If that’s your argument, then I guess I’m leaving now too.”
She seems to ponder my words. “Okay. Thank you. That’s really nice of you.”
“It is, isn’t it?” I say smugly.
“Well, you ruined it. Now you just seem like someone who’s fishing for a compliment,” she quips, but I see her smirk as she grabs her purse and jacket.
“Before you leave, is there any possibility that I can see you this weekend? I understand if you need that time with your brother.”
Gosh, listen to me. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I might as well get on my knees and beg, admitting that I miss her. Although, if I were down on my knees, I could taste that sweet pussy of hers, which keeps me semi-hard every second of the day.
That night with her—it was the most intense experience of my entire life. I’ve never felt so connected to someone. It made one thing clear to me: she’s mine. There is not a damn thing I wouldn’t do for her. I don’t get possessive or territorial over anything, but if anyone tries to touch her or hurt her in anyway, I’d take them down, even if I lost everything of mine in the process.
Is that love? Fuck, maybe. I’ve never been in love. I didn’t think I was capable of it, but this feels like the closest I’ve ever been to it.
“Actually, Ben was going to hang out at a buddy’s house for a few hours, but it’s turned into a sleepover.”
“Is this his first sleepover?” I ask.
She makes a pouty face. “Yes. I’m so happy for him that he’s making friends, but I’m kind of sad.”
“If you come over, I think I can cheer you up,” I say, my voice reflecting my intentions.
I notice her squeeze her legs together. Fuck, I wish I could take her into my office right now and slide my dick into her slick pussy. It’s pure torture, being a foot away from her and knowing I can’t touch her.
“I don’t doubt it,” she whispers as she bites her bottom lip—something I know she does when she’s turned on.
“Is that a yes?” I ask desperately.
“Yes.” She smiles up at me.
