Page 16 of My Wildest Obsession

I mean, itdefinitelywas a mistake, but I should have been the one to walk away from him. I should have left him staring after me in longing, not the other way around.

The scoreboard is tipped in his favor and I need to balance things out.

I straighten my shoulders as the elevator doors open on the top floor and stride out, headed for the hallway at the back of the offices that leads to my desk and Theo’s office. He’s already here, of course, and I drop my bag on my office chair before I stomp into his office.

“There you are. Grab your tablet. I need you to take notes for me on this call,” he says without even looking up and my blood starts to boil.

He’s acting like it never happened, like it didn’t even affect him.

I’m instantly furious.

I could barely sleep last night I was so turned on and he looks fresh as a freaking daisy. I growl as I spin on my heel head back to my desk to grab my tablet.

I stew for the next two hours as I take notes and listen in on one phone call and then another. My eyes keep straying to Theo and my body warms as I take in the strong lines of his body and his capable hands. His dark eyes flash as he talks to a new client. They’re an idiot and I know already that Theo won’t be working with them so I don’t really bother taking notes.

My eyes can’t seem to stop straying to him, but Theo never once glances at me. He spends the meetings staring out the window or glaring at the phone. By the time he ends the call, I’m pissed and turned on. It’s a strange combination of emotions and I know that I need to do something before I burst.

“We’ll be in touch,” Theo says before he hits end on the call.

“We won’t be,” I say, and he flashes a quick smirk.

“No, we won’t.”

There’s a moment of silence where I wait to see if he’ll say something, maybe bring up last night, but he doesn’t. He turns to his computer, effectively dismissing me and I grind my teeth together.

“That’s it?” I ask, a hard bite to my words.

“Yes. You can go to lunch now. Grab me a sandwich or something.”

“Are you serious?” I snap, and he glances over at me, looking bored.

“Yes,” he says slowly, like I’m an idiot, and that’s when I snap.

“What the hell was last night?” I shout, and he blinks.

“What about it? The paperwork all went through,” he says with a frown, trying to play dumb, and I growl as I leap to my feet and stalk around his desk.

“Why did you kiss me?” I exclaim.

“Clara,” he starts but I’m on a roll now.

The dam is broken and no matter how badly I want to, I can’t keep the words in.

“Don’t you want me? Didn’t you stay up all night dreaming about me and jerking off?” I demand to know.

“No,” he says, his bottom lip compressing in one corner.

He’s lying.

I roll my shoulders back, turning on my heel and walking back over to my pink fuzzy chair. I plop down and he stares at me, eyeing me like I’m a wild animal. I feel a bit like one right now with heat and lust coursing through my bloodstream.

I look him right in the eye as I start to hike my skirt up. He swallows, his eyes widening but I can see him trying to pretend like he’s not interested in what I’m doing.

I prop one foot up on my footstool, spreading my thighs wide so that he can enjoy the show as I pull my panties to the side.

His cheeks heat and he hesitates for a beat, fighting it, but he can’t resist and his eyes fall to my soaking wet pussy.

“So, you didn’t think about me? You didn’t picture me naked and spread out over your desk, this chair, or your bed?” I ask as my fingers start to rub over my clit.

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