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“For what it’s worth, I didn’t hear of any company policies when it comes to workplace relationships. Unless you’d like to correct me?” She challenges me.
“There aren’t any policies, you’re correct.” I nod.
“All right, so that’s out of the way. Is our age difference also holding you back?” She doesn’t ask the question in an accusatory way, but when she acknowledges how I’m the one who has been holding us back, it stings a little.
“Yes, I’m seventeen years older than you, Vivian.” Actually, it’s sixteen years and ten months, but she doesn’t have to know I’ve studied her birthday and all the information in her personnel file as if it were a holy text.
“Are you interested in me only because of our age difference?” she asks, and I pause my caresses of her skin to think about it.
If Vivian were closer to my age or older, I am one hundred percent certain I would be attracted to her for beingher.The fact that she is younger than me isn’t something I’ve deeply looked into other than the initial worry of us having a large age gap. But, at her twenty-six years of age, she is and has been an adult for quite some time.
“No, that’s not what attracts me to you,” I answer honestly.
“Then, what attracts you to me?” The way she plays with my hair and ghosts the tips of her fingers over my forehead can coax me into answering just about anything right now.
“Your threatening aura,” I answer, closing my eyes once again when she plays with my eyebrows. “And your lovely tits,” I add, peeking open one eye to admire her large chest barely contained by her bralette.
“You know what? That’s fair. I like big tits, too.” She laughs, and the sound lights something in my soul. “I like that you’re older, by the way,” she continues talking as she traces over the bridge of my nose. “But your age wasn’t a huge factor for me, either. I didn’t really consider it when I first started to like you.”
“Others might not see it that way.” My upper lip twitches when she skims over my mustache, taking extra time to pet it gently.
“I don’t base my relationships on other people’s opinions. Not anymore,” she says, and it sounds like there’s a story behind her statement. I’d love nothing more than to pry, but I’m not in a place to do so when I am also omitting truths. “The people that matter will understand.”
“I’m not willing to bet on it yet,” I sigh against her lips. Opening my eyes, I give her my full attention when I ask my next question. “Would you consider keeping things casual? Perhaps secretive?” Truth be told, I am not ready for this to be more than what happened tonight, but there is also a part of me that cannot stay away from Vivian no matter what.
“I can be casual and secretive,” she replies. “It could be hot… I think we’re looking for similar things right now.” Vivian doesn’t elaborate, and I should feel more relieved that she also wants to stay casual. Instead, it feels like there is heavy lead sinking into my stomach.
“So you’ll be my dirty little secret?” she asks, and it snaps me back into the present.
This is what I want, right? Something casual with the person I cannot stop thinking about…
“I’d be honored, darling,” I murmur into her stomach, pressing a small kiss just above her belly button.
This will work, we’ll indulge in each other and stay within our little bubble, not caring about anyone’s opinions or what label we need to put on our relationship.
I can do this.
“One more thing.” Vivian taps my cheek twice, not gently, indicating she wants to stand up. “We need to reschedule this fitting. I’m not mad it took the turn it did, but we still need to get you a costume,” she reasons, and she’s right. I still have my showcase commitment that I need a costume and a routine for.
Vivian picks up her discarded clothing, and I could burn the crop top and sweatpants for hiding her beautiful body from me. However, I am also aware that tonight’s show is nearly over now, and backstage will soon be flooded with performers covered in glitter.
I groan, thinking about how I’ll most likely be covered in glitter for my performance. “Are you willing to make it a more private fitting at my house?” Following her initiative, I sit up and begin to right my clothing to look at least somewhat presentable and not like my face was ridden into oblivion only minutes ago.
Stepping in front of me once she is fully dressed, Vivian helps me with the buttons of my dress shirt. “Oh, we’ll definitely needmore privacy for what I’ve got planned.” The she-devil smirks at me.
Whatever she wants, I am her more-than-willing participant. A shiver travels down my spine when she gives me the lightest of kisses.
“How do you describe feeling horrified and aroused at the same time?” I ask, once I can focus my eyes on her again.
Tapping her chin in thought, Vivian asks, “What about scorny? For scared and horny?”
“Then I’m positively scorny for you, darling.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
VIVIAN
Mustache daddy vibes, full force.
