“I see.” He looks at me with an unreadable expression. “See anyone you liked… at this speed dating event?”
I shrug. “No. No one interested me.” Not like you, judging by the growing slickness between my legs as my bare flesh creates friction with the bed.
“I prefer older men,” I announce with bravery fuelled by Tequila. “Someone harsh, rough, bossy. Someone who will put me in my place.” Take the hint, man.
His eyes darken. “You are better off with someone your own age.” I squeeze my legs tight together to hide my arousal.
I know I’m not imagining this. The sexual current in the room could be sliced with a knife.
He’s just as unhinged as I am.
A ringing comes from his pocket and we both look down at the interruption as he grabbles to retrieve his phone.
“Sorry” He switches the phone to silent mode. “There’s a critical call with the states tonight.”
“Take it if you want.” I offer, but he waves at me dismissively. “It’s ok. I’ll leave soon and deal with it.”
If this is a fleeting visit, why is he here?
“I get it.” It dawns on me. “You’ve come here to shut me up about today. To make sure I don’t report you to HR.”
“I’m not worried about that,” he frowns, cocking a brow at me. “You came into the CEO’s office unannounced.”
A smirk threatens his lips. “In fact, I could give you a warning.” “To stop me telling Tristan then,” I say, huffily.
“Obviously, it would be preferable he didn’t find out, but no, that’s not the reason I came here.” My eyes follow his jawline as he runs a hand over his stubble. “I’m here to apologise. I shouldn’t have put you in that position. My actions were inexcusable. I just want you to know that’s not something I do in the office.”
His fists clench around the sides of the armchair.
“I never meant for you to walk in on that.” His voice is strained. “I locked the door.. or rather I thought I had”.
“I shouldn’t have barged in,” I admit, crossing and recrossing my legs. I can’t keep still. Not when he’s here in my room.
“In my defense, you could have immediately shut the door.” His lips twitch slightly. “If you do tell
Tristan, you’ll have to explain to him how you stayed until the end.”
“I wanted to see what part of the video you would finish too,” I fire back. He swears under his breath.
“I didn’t think you saw that.”
For the first time since I’ve known him, I see a flush rise in his cheeks. Now so sure of yourself now are you, Mr. Walker?
“It was me, right?” I push, needing to be certain.
His eyes darken to almost black as he looks back and forth between mine.
“You know it was you.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “How did you get the video?” He pauses for a moment too long.
“I lost my watch and asked the bar for footage. You happened to be on it.” I look down at the expensive watch safely on his wrist and raise a brow.
Now I’m confident I’m not imagining this. The chemistry charges between us, and he feels it as much as I do. He wants me as much as I want him.
“Why were you watching a video of me?” I whisper, already knowing the answer. “That footage was of me, and I’m not a watch thief.”
His square jaw clenches. “I think you know why, Charlie. Do I need to answer that?”
I squirm, creating friction with the bed against my swelling clit. Wearing no pants has tricked my core into thinking I’m getting fucked by him tonight, and I’m so ready, so swollen with need, I could explode just by rubbing against the bed.
He hasn’t even touched me yet.
Our eyes lock, and I know he’s having the same carnal thoughts as me. He wants to fuck me right here as hard as he can.
“Say it,” I whisper.
He stares back at me through hooded eyes, the room so quiet I can hear his laboured breathing.
I part my thighs slightly. Just enough to give him a teaser, basic instinct style. I’ve never been this brazen before, not even with boyfriends.
His eyes drop downwards, and a tortured groan erupts from his throat.
“Stop it, Charlie. You’re drunk.”
“Stop what?” I pout innocently, noticing with delight his trousers straining with an increasing bulge.
I swing my legs innocently over the side of the bed.
“What the fuck are you playing at?” he whispers hoarsely, squirming in the seat. “This won’t end well.”
“Answer me,” I demand, my eyes big. “Why were you watching that video?”
He glares at me, his knuckles white around the chair. I look down at his large calloused hands and think about what they could do to the nakedness between my legs.
“Because I was imagining bending you over my desk, deep inside you, giving you the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.”
I stop breathing. The words send an electric shock straight to my clit.
I want him buried deep in me now. I need him to fuck me so hard I beg him to stop. I need him to make me orgasm so loudly the entire street hears me.
The phone lights up on his knee as another call comes in.
“Put some pants on, Charlie.” He orders, his hooded eyes boring into me. “Before I do something
I regret.”
I smirk back at him. “It’s my bedroom; I don’t think your authority extends to bossing me around in here.”
“Don’t push me.” He growls, his lips drawing into a thin line.
His mouth says one thing, but the massive tent in his trousers says another.
I get up from the bed and take a step towards him.