Page 3 of Stalked By the Intern

Fuuuck.

I smell her perfume from across the room—a sweet floral scent that makes my stomach clench with need. It's intoxicating. My hands tremble as I grip onto my pen, trying to keep myself under control. I need to get through this meeting without blowing my cover.

The meeting drags on, and on, and on. Every second feels like an eternity as I wait for it to end. Finally, the clock strikes five, and everyone starts filing out. I jump up from my seat, making sure to act casual as I gather my things. I've got to catch up with her before she leaves. I follow her out of the office, keeping my pace slow and easy.

I try not to look too eager as I trail behind her, but it's impossible. She's walking so fucking sexy, hips swaying side to side with each step. She grabs her purse from her desk and turns around to head to the elevator. I quicken my pace, trying to catch up. My palms are sweaty as I approach her. She looks up at me, those gorgeous blue eyes meeting mine.

"Hey Andy," she says with a smile. "What's up?"

That damn innocent question sends shivers down my spine. I want to ravage her right here in the hallway. I force a smile and play it cool. "I just wanted to ask you about the project we were discussing earlier," I lie.

The elevator dings open, and we step inside. She leans against the wall, her breath hinting at the sweet drink she had before work. I want to taste it.

We ride down in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. I can't believe I have her alone, even if it's only for a few moments. The doors open, and I take a deep breath before exiting.

"See you tomorrow," I say, not trusting myself to speak any further. She smiles and walks away, and I watch her go, my heart pounding in my chest. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

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Arriving at the law firm, I immediately head to my office, closing the door behind me. I take a deep breath and try to focus on work, but all I can think about is how perfect she looked in that skirt this morning. I imagine her legs spread wide, begging to be touched. My cock twitches in my pants, and I groan softly. I need to get a grip. This is unacceptable. The office is quiet, and for once, I'm grateful. I pull out my phone and start researching for our case, hoping it will distract me from my thoughts of her.

But it's no use. In between cases, I find myself staring out the window, hoping for another glimpse of her. The sun reflects off her hair like liquid gold as she walks across the street, making my chest ache.

It's lunchtime, and I need to feed this hunger. I head to the cafeteria, scanning the room for her. There she is, sitting alone at a table. My heart races as I approach. She looks up and smiles when she sees me, her cheeks slightly red from the heat of the day. "Hey Andy," she says shyly, offering me a seat. My stomach growls as I sit down.

I try to act normal, ordering my food like any other day. When the waitress places it in front of me, I can't help but lean in closer to inhale Willow's scent—a mix of flowers and vanilla.

As we eat, we talk about the case, but all I can focus on is how her fork clinks against the plate with every bite. I imagine it's my name engraved on that silverware, mine forever.

The sound of her voice sends chills down my spine. She's so fucking beautiful, and I'm the lucky one sitting here with her. But then she asks about my weekend plans, and my mind goes blank. "Oh," I stutter, "just studying, really." My face flushes at my lame response.

When we're done, we get up to leave, our hands brushing against each other as we gather our things. My palms are sweaty. I wipe them on my pants discreetly.

I follow her to her desk, watching her ass sway enticingly in that tight skirt. She sits down, and I stand there, frozen, taking in the image of her. My chest tightens painfully as I try to gather myself. She doesn't notice my absence of mind and continues working without another word.

Back at my desk, I type furiously, trying to get ahead on the work, but my mind is elsewhere. The rain outside creates a symphony that drowns out everything else, the perfect background music for my thoughts of her. I picture her soft curves beneath me, her gasps filling the silence. My cock throbs in my pants, aching for release.

I watch her from afar, biting my lip as she leans forward over the desk, her breasts almost spilling out of her shirt. The fabric stretches tight across them, teasing me mercilessly.

My heart races as she leans back, revealing a thin strip of stomach, dirty thoughts flooding my mind. I need her so badly it hurts. I stand up abruptly, excusing myself to use the bathroom. Once inside, it takes all my self-control not to sob with desire. I pace back and forth, trying to fight this intense urge building up inside me. I can't help but picture her in every lewd position under me, and it pushes me over the edge. I don't even bother with locking the stall as I pound into my fist, grunting at every thrust. I come quickly and quietly, my mind on fire.

The sound of the door opening snaps me back to reality. I quickly wash my hands, redoing my pants.

Fuck, I need to get myself under control.

I return to my desk, trying to act normal, but I'm shaking. She doesn't seem to notice anything amiss as she continues working diligently.

Time seems to stand still as she types away at her keyboard, her fingers flying over the keys like they have a mind of their own.

I can't take it anymore. My cock is screaming for release. I run to the nearest bathroom, finding a stall and relieving myself again.

Back at my desk, I try to focus on my work, but all I can think about is her. The way she moves, the sound of her typing. God, she's everything I never knew I needed. It was so fucking hot watching her ass wiggle in that skirt.

Her scent lingers ni the air, faint but intoxicating. I'm addicted to it, craving more. I'm addicted toher, and she doesn't even know it. The office is too bright, the noise too loud, the walls closing in on me.

As the day goes on, I struggle to maintain professionalism around her. Every time our eyes meet, I'm consumed by desire. I want to tear off her clothes and claim her right here in this office. But I know I have to be patient, bide my time. She's worth the wait. I fantasize about taking her home, tying her up, seeing what she'd do if she was truly owned by me. My heart races at the thought. I want to feel her soft skin under my fingers, her sweet moans in my ears.

Finally, the day ends, and we all file out. As we walk past each other, our hands brush ever-so-slightly. A shiver runs down my spine at her touch. She looks over her shoulder at me with that innocent smile that sets my soul on fire. My breath hitches as we part ways. "See you tomorrow, Andy," she says.

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