Page 22 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

“Excited?” she asked.

“I guess so,” I murmured although I really wasn’t. I tended to shop only when I was in the mood and had money, and those two usually didn’t happen at the same time. And today, I really wasn’t in the mood for shopping. And I hated sitting in salons… and he wanted me to have my hair, nails, and a wax done. “Do you buy yourself clothes on company dime too?”

“Yes, and I love it. Definitely saves me money… and he can afford it!” Kimberly answered me.

“But wax? Isn’t that a bit too much?” I asked.

“Just do it. Throw a facial in there, he won’t mind. Make it your pamper day on someone else’s dime,” she suggested. “You deserve it. I’m sure being a single mother, you rarely get pamper time.”

“What a waste,” I mumbled. “I guess I’ll see you in a few hours.” Although, Kimberly was right. I couldn’t remember last time I got pampered. Truthfully, I wasn’t excited about Kristoff paying for the pampering. It felt like I’d owe him something for it. But Kimberly did say it was part of her perk too!

“Take all day,” Kimberly suggested and I heard her laughter behind me.

I went to the preferred stores and bought a few skirts, blouses, a dress, one cocktail dress in standard black, and a pair of shoes to go along with it. I was ready to leave the store when the lingerie section caught my eye.

Although I knew already I wasn’t going to agree to the personal contract with Kristoff, I did want some nice lingerie. Then I reminded myself Kristoff and Kimberly would see that on the receipt, so I walked away. No chance in hell I’d prove him right.

About four hours later, I was back in the office wearing a new outfit, new hairstyle, and waxed in places I did not want to mention. I was mad and intended to give Kristoff a piece of my mind. I handed the receipts to Kimberly, and she frowned looking at them.

“Ummmm… did I spend too much?” I asked worried that maybe I went overboard.

“No, not even close. I never saw a receipt so small,” she said. I exhaled a breath of relief I wasn’t even aware I was holding.

She looked me up, noting I changed into new clothes. “You look nice though.”

“Thank you,” I answered and I sat down in my seat, powering on my laptop.

I checked my emails, and there were few spreadsheets that were waiting in my inbox. I scheduled a few of Kristoff’s meetings, went through his calendar, and before I knew it the day was over. I wasn’t sure if Kristoff knew I was back and I was fine with it. I felt like I got a lot done. Kimberly was leaving, and as I was debating whether I should just leave or check in with the boss, Kimberly spoke up, “Mr. Baldwin is not in his office, so you might as well leave too.”

I looked at her with a smile. “You just made my day, Kimberly. I’ll be eating dinner with my kiddos.”

The next week passed in the blink of an eye. I was getting familiar with Kristoff’s requirements, his schedule, his business meetings, and many, many spreadsheets. The latter was just fine with me since I was used to spending time on spreadsheets during my career in finance. Kimberly helped a lot and was incredibly patient. We were actually a good team and our skills complemented each other.

Another Friday rolled around, and Kristoff had an early business dinner so he was out of the office early. I found that I felt more comfortable when not around him. That man made me feel anxious, which I did not like. I was constantly on guard when around him, and I think he could tell too.

Kimberly headed out for the weekend at five in the afternoon, and I told her I’d follow shortly afterwards. There were a few files I wanted to finish up. With everybody gone, I focused on the task determined that when I left today, there wouldn’t be hanging items waiting for me on Monday morning.

An hour later, I'd finished the reports and was about to scan a few files. I kicked off my high heels, let my hair down, allowing the slight tension in my temples to ease, before I put my headphones on, blasting my music while I began scanning.

As I felt my body relaxing, I hummed the songs and scanned one document at a time, storing them into specific folders. I felt really good as my body swayed to the music, and my feet were so happy to be rid of high heels that I started dancing too. As Katy Perry’s song “Chained to the Rhythm” was in full swing, I finished up my last document.

Totally relaxed and swinging to the tunes, I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks, running straight into Kristoff. My heart stopped for a second, as did my body. It took a few seconds but I gathered myself and pulled my headphones out of my ears.

“Kristoff,” my voice came out husky. “You scared the crap out of me!” My hands were on his chest. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He stood there, silently staring, not moving. My head screamed to step back from him but I didn’t move. I loved the heat of his body so close to mine. I missed physical closeness, and I felt like I had been alone for so long. I felt like Kristoff gave me a drink of water last time he touched me, and now I was constantly thirsty, wanting more… I wanted more of him.

I remained with my hands on his hard chest, looking at his handsome face. His hands went to my waist, one to each side, and I heard my inhale. His head came down and his soft lips touched mine. The touch was light as if waiting for permission. His tongue brushed gently on my lower lip.

My arms went around his neck, and my mouth opened to let him in. His control snapped, and he lifted me by grabbing my butt. His kiss turned hard, his tongue exploring my mouth, teasing. When I wrapped my legs around him, he groaned and his mouth moved to my neck.

In a haze, I registered that he was walking and heard the door shut, but I didn’t care. He sat me on his desk, spread my legs, and his hands were climbing along my legs, thighs.

He pushed my skirt up, bunching it at my waist as his hands reached my panties. Enjoying his touch, my eyes closed and my breathing turned heavy. Wherever he touched, he branded my skin. His mouth was again on mine while his fingers moved over my swollen sex. I was so wet. I knew he could feel it too while his fingers were on my panties.

“Ahhh… yes,” I heard a voice, and it must have been mine. My lids were so heavy and at the point of no return. I didn’t want to open then and come back to my senses. I would enjoy every minute of this.

His lips left mine, as his fingers rubbed, teased. I felt his hot lips on the inside of my thigh. His tongue licked my panty line, and I moaned softly. His fingers went under my panties, exposing me to his touch.

“Oh,” I sighed. He removed my panties, and his hands moved my legs further apart. His mouth, hot and wet, covered my most sensitive part. His tongue flicked my clit in lazy circles, his fingers parting me, and dipping in. I held on to his desk for dear life. He sucked on my nub, making me arch into his mouth, wanting more of him as his tongue worked me harder, faster. My panting increased, low moans breaking silence.

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