Page 22 of All Of My Firsts

I step out of our building and take a deep breath as the rain hammers down and I pull on my coat, revelling in the chill that runs down my spine as I make my way to the underground.

As I sit on the tube, scowling at my phone, I flick through Instagram and then TikTok, mindlessly searching for something to distract me or give me a good enough reason to stop with this shitty mood. But no amount of funny dog videos do it for me today.

As the train slows for my stop, I realise that I’m never going to get on the good side of this client with this attitude, so I decide to shake it off and smile at strangers as I walk by. Unfortunately, I’m not a huge smiler and I’m pretty sure most people think I’m unwell or a total loser. Either way, I find myself chuckling at some of the looks I get.

As I walk into T&M offices, I spot the familiar reception area that precedes the small one-floor space. It is old fashioned and stuffy, just like the CEO. I am shown to the conference room at the back of the building where Tony and his daughter wait. His daughter is a tall, leggy blonde, usually my type.

“Mr King, great to see you again.” Tony McDonald extends his hand and I shake it firmly and smile, glad it’s not the freaky smile anymore.

“Mr McDonald, the pleasure is mine. Louisa, it’s good to see you.”

She blushes and her dad shoots her a look. I’m guessing she isn’t here because she wants to be. Maybe daddy dearest has her learning the ropes. What I’m most surprised about though, is that I don’t feel the urge to wink or flirt with her.

I turn my attention to Tony again, shrugging that thought from my brain, focussing entirely on the papers in my hands. “I’ve got the new contracts for you here. I thought we could go upstairs and check out the space too and make sure the offices are exactly what you need. They are currently vacant and can be available from Monday if we sign today.”

Tony nods and puts on his glasses to scan the documents that he’s taken from me. Meanwhile, his dear daughter is distracted by the massive talons she calls nails; utterly terrifying if you ask me. When she clocks me watching her, mostly in fear that she’ll use those nails on me, she smirks and pushes her boobs together, flicking her hair like a show pony. Now usually, I would eat that kind of attention up, but today it’s not hitting the spot. Needing to put some distance between us, I clear my throat and smile whilst walking over to the water fountain, avoiding Louisa’s succubus gaze.

After what feels like forever, Tony asks Louisa for a pen, which she gives him whilst popping a bubble gum bubble, classy. He signs on the dotted line and asks for me to show Louisa where her new office would be as apparently his gout is playing him up. He limps back to his office, leaving me alone with his daughter.

Excellent.

Really fucking excellent.

I stride over to the door. “Ready?”

She saunters over like I have all the time in the world, which annoys me more, and she walks past me, dragging one of her nails across my chest.

Jesus. I’ve never wanted someone’s attention less.

I bolt to the stairs while she waits for the lift. I think I’ve had enough experiences in lifts lately. I shout that I’ll meet her on the next floor as the doors close and she can’t change course and follow me.

The offices upstairs are empty save a few discarded desks and chairs. I practically jog around the space showing Louisa, dodging each room so that we weren’t ever in the same one together, refusing to get stuck in one place with her. Some might say I’m terrified, and I’ll be a man and admit that I am. This woman has claws, and I don’t want them anywhere near any part of me. The fact that I’m admitting that to myself for the second time today makes me think about why. Louisa is beautiful, blonde, leggy, has massive boobs, and yet… my dick hasn’t twitched once.

I get distracted, wondering what is going on with me. Is it because of Nora? I know I’m massively attracted to her, and I let my mind wander far too easily when I am around her. That night we spent together is the last time I was with anyone and I’m only just realising what that means.

Fuck, over three months and I’ve barely looked at anyone else. Even when I wasn’t actively thinking about Nora, I didn’t want to go out and fuck around with anyone. I’ve spent more time with Liam lately and maybe it’s because I know they share the same house so I might see her.

I’ve made decisions about my sex life, without realising I was doing it, but I’m not mad about it. I’ve not missed the hook up sex with random women, who I never spend more than one night with. But Nora Scott? I can’t get her out of my head and my body craves her as if she’s my next breath.

Maybe it’s just because she’s the last one my body remembers, so that’s the solution to my mild Nora obsession. I just need to get back out there. Stop the drought I’m in and replace the memories of her… how she tastes, how she moans when my fingers were inside of her, how she...

Oh, fuck.I think my dick just woke up.

I subtly readjust my semi-hard erection as I walk out of the final room I was showing Louisa and swiftly say my goodbyes. As much as I want to stop my drought, I don’t want to do it with her.

I manage to escape the building without a mark on me and I’ve secured a contract. My day is definitely looking up now.

Back in the office, Liam is sitting at my desk waiting for me.

“How did it go?” he asks.

“I nailed it.” I drop the contract onto my desk dramatically, like a mic drop, and Liam stares blankly at me, waiting for me to say something. I roll my eyes. “Dude! Mic drop.”

Liam doesn’t catch on. “Mic drop, was there a karaoke?”

I give up.

Letting out a deflated sigh at my lame best friend, I plonk down into my desk chair. “Never mind. Mic drop means I nailed it, I did it, woohoo yay me, I’m the fucking bomb. Which I now am not because you made me explain it.”

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