Page 90 of Fun Together
“Why do you want to have sex with me?”
His answer is quick and without hesitation. “Because you’re interesting and beautiful and funny. Because I want to know you like that. Because I want to make you come five million times.”
I do a weird combination of a moan and a laugh. “Wow, that’s a pretty lofty goal,” I say.
“I think I could do it,” he gloats.
I’m beginning to think so, myself. “That’s all the questions I have for you.”
“Thank you for your time today, Faye. You’ve been a great interview.” He pauses, and I think he’s starting to lose his composure now, too. “I think it would be very hard for me to find another candidate as talented as you.”
“I wish I was with you. Touching you. Tasting you.”
“Fuck, me too,” he groans.
I let the sounds of our panting fill the silence. “Are you close?” I seriously don’t think I can hold out any longer.
“Yes, let me hear you come for me first, then I will, too.”
The sounds I am making and the sounds I hear from him are downright obscene, all wet splashes, gasps, and moaning. A few more pumps of my fingers and I come, exhaling his name in the process. It’s not long before I hear him do the same.
Neither of us say anything, both trying to recover. After a few seconds he asks, “You alive over there?”
“Mm-hmm, think so.”
“So did I get the job?” he asks with a chuckle.
I laugh. “When can you start?”
28
Eli
I’m waitingin the stairwell for Faye.
It’s the only place I could think of in the office where we can have some semblance of privacy, and neither of us have time to trek down to the duck pond. I didn’t plan for the interview to take the direction it did, so I wanted to talk to her about last night.
She opens the door and steps inside—and it’s hits me again, just how bad I have it for her. She’s wearing a blue dress with buttons that run down the front, and all I can think about now is the fantasy we conjured up last night. I could slowly undo all those buttons. I could hold her up against the wall and kiss her and touch her in all the ways we fantasized.
“Hey,” she says, shyly looking up at me through thick lashes.
I smile. “Hey.”
“How are you?” she asks with a nervous laugh.
“I’m great. How are you?”
She crosses her arms. “I can’t complain.”
“Your hair is down,” I say.
She reaches up and moves her hair to one side over her right shoulder, a slight grin on her face. Her eyes shine. “Yeah, I just felt like wearing it down today.”
I love when she flirts with me. Those moments are few and far between, and I catch them like a greedy dragon to hoard in my lair forever.“You look pretty today.”
She blushes and says, “Thank you.”
“I just wanted to see you. Make sure we’re good after last night. And to say that we can do a real practice interview sometime this week . . . without the other stuff.”
