“Because it’s got the power shower and many, many, fun functions,” I declare, taking a step toward her. “You should try the pulsing one. You can thank me later, Gorgeous girl,” I murmur in her ear, pull back, and wink with a knowing smirk as I deliberately brush past her. Shayla watches me as I walk to my bedroom, her mouth agape.
And thus, began the heavy flirting and teasing. If she thinks I’ll be the only one suffering from sexual frustration, she’s sorely mistaken. Two can play at this game. I’m going to drive her fucking wild. After Shayla’s shower, she was in the bathroom doing her make-up while I style my hair. I step behind her and place my hand at her waist as I reach over and pick up my hair wax. “Excuse me.” I breathe in her ear as I lean to pick it up. She closes her eyes for a second before she goes back to applying her make-up. I watch through the mirror as she brushes her fingers through her hair, messing it up a little and sweeping it to one side, all the while biting her lip. I had a sudden vision of us fucking on the countertop, with my fingers curled all up in her hair, messing it up all over again.
I smirk when I ‘accidentally’ drop my wax, and it rolls between her legs. I kneel and brush my fingertips up her calf. She gasps and looks down at me. I stare up at her and reach over, picking up my wax and standing again, towering over her while she gazes up at me and blinks, snapping out of her stupor.
We are both completely aware of what the other is doing, but I’m just as stubborn as she is. I’m going to continue to tease her until she cracks, and she will. She will be mine.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask, readjusting my tie before I spray my cologne. Shayla nods, applying her red lipstick.
“Yes, I’m ready. Let’s go.” She says, looking in the mirror one last time before she strolls out of the bathroom. I watch her avidly as she walks, swaying her hips in that tight checkered mini skirt she’s wearing. She’s such a cock tease. How the fuck am I supposed to focus on work with her walking around in that skirt and not fantasise about bending her over my desk, fucking her raw while she fights the urge to scream while she comes hard. I groan inwardly and tried to put it out of my mind, but it was exceedingly difficult—especially in the car where the skirt rose and exposed her upper thighs. Fuck my life. I was already sporting a hard-on, and it's not even been one hour since I relieved myself.
It’s going to be a long day.
Shayla and I get to work just before seven forty-five. She grabs my coffee and bagel, and we go through my schedule for the day.
"You have an hour free after your one o'clock meeting with the Frasier brothers. Would you like me to arrange lunch for you then?" Shayla asks, typing away on her iPad.
"Sure, book a table for two at that Italian restaurant I like," I tell her, and she nods briefly before lifting her eyes and looking at me.
"For two?" She questions bemused.
I nod, "Yes, two. You're coming with me."
"I am?" She asks again, frowning a little. "Since when do you have lunch with your assistant?" She adds.
I smirk, "Since my assistant also became my wife. It's only natural for a husband to take his wife out to dinner, no?" Shayla stares at me blankly. "Besides, it will be good for us to be seen together."
She nods. "Ah, okay," She says, licking her lips and dropping her gaze to her tablet again. "Table for two booked. I'm done here." She says, standing up and walking to the door, sashaying her hips, knowing full well I'm watching.
"Can you get me the files for the Marina proj—"
"--It's already on your desk." She finishes opening the door and walking out. I look down at my desk, and sure enough, there were the files with a sticky note on it saying 'I need a raise' with a smiley face.
The day dragged on with meeting after meeting, and I was really feeling rather burnt out. I'm currently staring at the marina's design in Spain when I hear a knock on my door, and someone waltzes in before I announced them. I look up with a scowl, ready to chew out whoever it was that had the gull to just stroll into my office like that.
I frown, "Sophie...”