Page 5 of Tryst
“Then don't be an ass to your employees. I'm young, but I deserve respect. You being nearly as old as my father doesn't negate that. Neither does having sex with me behind my father’s back.”
We were only supposed to have a bit of summer fun until my internship was up in August, but I found myself enjoying his company extremely more than I should. I’ve been too scared to ask him if maybe there can be more for us than just amazing hot sex.
“Is that all I'm good for? You drag me in here to teach me a lesson only as the woman you're fucking.”
“Come here, now.” He takes my hand and tugs me into his chest, smoothing his hand down my back over my ass and sending a thrill through me. He kisses my lips.
I hold my breath waiting for him to say something romantic. Maybe declare we're more than a hot summer fling, and what we have is more than physical.
“Of course not, but you're damn good at it.”
I huff, blowing out a breath, and try to pull away. He smirks and nips my lip. From time to time a girl needs to hear she’s good for more than just her body. I suck my lip, soothing the sting of his nip and words. I try to pull away, but he doesn't release me.
A knock sounds at the door, and I stumble back at his unexpected release. He catches me and steadies me on my feet, then goes to get the door, trailing me behind him.
We call a truce to our nonverbal dueling while we look at each other to make sure we are presentable, to keep our secret office fling from everyone including my parents, who would be shocked and scandalized because of our eighteen-year age difference. Between that and everything else, we'd go down in flames in the history books of the office gossip hall of fame.
Satisfied with our appearance, we nod, and he opens the door. He tells the person they can come in as he opens the door wide. We exchange hellos as I walk past.
“On your way to your desk, can you please retrieve the papers I requested but have yet to receive? They're overdue.” Despite his authoritative tone, he winks at me, lips twitching.
I grind my teeth together, plastering a smile on my face for the benefit of his potential client. “Yes, sir.”
That asshole. I stalk back to my desk. I was on my way to him when Gary interrupted me. And Ian was the one who scared the crap out of me and made me forget the papers by the copier. And he acts like I’m so damn irresponsible in front of that potential client, when it’s all his fault. He can be such an ass. But, god, he is irresistible when we are alone. Especially out of the office and away from where other employees can see us, or my father, if he‘s in the office. Thank goodness I don't need to worry as much about Dad, since he mainly works from his home office.
I must have been crazythinking I could keep my cool with these guys drooling over her tight little body. Her pouty lips, long glossy black hair, and dark eyes with a glimpse of mischief which make you curious of what she might be up to. I overreacted when I saw her talking to Gary, but this young fuck encroached on the woman I consider mine.
At least until her internship is up, and then she'll be back thousands of miles away with hundreds of good-looking guys her age drooling all over her. I slap my hand against my desk and push out of my chair. What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn't have started this. I didn't mean to, but she took me by surprise.
It was a little innocent flirting on her part. Who would flirting hurt? I never thought of her in that way, but I couldn't resist her, it just happened.
I rub my eyes and take a deep breath. If Alan finds out I'm having a summer fling with his twenty-year-old daughter, he'll kill me. There's an eighteen-year age difference, what could we possibly have between us, apart from the obvious, which is downright spectacular?
Surprisingly, I‘m discovering more than I thought I would about her. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but she's smart, funny, and I can have a meaningful conversation with her. To my consternation, I want to be around her more, but each day she has left here, ticks away. These feelings for her could cause my undoing, so I know I have to let her go. I'm playing with fire, but she's a beautiful spark of flame I can’t stay away from.
I‘m clearing my desk whenmy phone rings. Since it's almost time to leave, I pull it out my bag rolling my eyes at his name and say, “Yes.”
“Am I forgiven for this morning?” he says. “You've ignored all my calls today.”
“I've been working. The thing you pay me to do.” I sigh. “I am in a better mood.”
“I'm happy for that, but I haven't gotten to touch you once. I'm not complaining though, because if you're in a better mood, it means you forgive me.”
Jenny, another intern for the summer, waves to me walking past my desk. I smile and wave. I take a look around seeing no one near, resting my hand and elbow on the table with the phone to my ear. “If you're nice to me, I can be very nice to you, Mr. Fox”
“What are your plans this weekend?”
He usually doesn't ask me about my weekends, but we've met up three weekends since we've been doing this thing together. We were both in the city and ditched our friends to meet at a hotel.
We talked and got to know each other a whole lot better. I told him I wanted to be a children's author, and he didn't discourage me. He said I should do what makes me happy even if it doesn't guarantee a big salary. Some things were more important than money. True happiness and peace with yourself were two of those things. He then told me about the nonprofit organization he‘s starting for children and families who can't afford to buy food much less healthy food. It's a cause he feels strongly about.
This is when I truly knew there was a possibility of me falling for him.
I hope there is the possibility he’s falling for me as hard as I've fallen for him. I wish I could tell him, but I can't. I'm afraid if I do, this will be over. I have two more weeks before I go back to LA, back to a life without his touch and the way he makes me feel when I'm with him. Ian probably knows my body better than anyone I've been with. Playing it like a fiddle, he picks up the tempo at his whim, and slows it down gently from my high, rocking my body with his smooth strokes sending quivers through me that splinter in all directions.
It's torture feeling the way I do, and not knowing if maybe we can be more. Maybe a summer tryst can turn into love. My heart’s in that direction for sure. For now, I settle on a lighter tone. “You want me to service you on the weekend, my day off? That's your nice?”
“Stop it,” he chides. “I want to know what you're doing.”
