“Fair play.” I grin, nudging his shoulder with mine.
“So… how was your date?”
My cheeks heat, likely glowing red and I can’t stop the smile on my face.
“That good, huh?” he mutters, placing his empty sandwich bag on the table and wiping his hands on a napkin.
“Amazing,” I respond genuinely, grinning at him like the Cheshire cat. He can probably see all of my teeth so I try to tone it down. “Pax is——”
“A massive player,” he states, matter of fact, and my spine stiffens. “Be careful with him. He’ll take what he wants and then drop you. He does it all the time.”
I gape at him, feeling my temper breach the surface of my calm. “You have no right to say that.”
“I’m your friend,” he implores, placing his hand on mine. “I have every right to say that.”
I shrug my shoulders. “That may be so but for all you know he’s changed. I could be different.”
He snorts and my temper further breaches the surface.
“Did you just snort at me?”
“You sound naïve and it’s going to get you hurt.” His hand that’s still on mine squeezes comfortingly. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
I want to be angry with him for prying but there’s genuine concern in his eyes and it makes my temper slink back to the cave it likes to hide in. “I’ll be careful.”
“That’s all I ask.”
We fall silent for a moment, both of us staring at the files we have to sort through. Such boring work.
Then, with a wicked grin he asks, “So… what was his number?”
I let my head fall back and return his devilish smile. “Which time?”
Chapter Twelve
The tone of his voice.
It has been twelve days since my date with Pax. Twelve amazing, sex-full, incredibly hot days, except for the days I had to travel with Mr. Conti which was an amazing time all on its own. So technically ten days of sex. It’s as though we can’t get enough of each other which makes sense for me because I was basically a virgin when we first started and he’s incredible in bed.
He is so attentive, loving, cuddly, a little bit clingy but I kind of like it. He doesn’t make a mess and he tidies up any mess he does make, he even hangs up his clothes as he removes them so I don’t stress about it.
I know Mr. C told me to be careful but how do I guard my heart from somebody so fucking amazing?
Pax: Come to my office.
Rose: I’m working.
Pax: I want your lips around my cock. It’s all I can think about.
I love it when he talks dirty to me. It’s tame in comparison to how most people talk dirty but like I said, this is all new to me.
“Morning, Mrs. Conti.” I smile as she exits the elevator.
“Good morning, Rose,” she returns happily and places a cream envelope on my desk. She always looks so gorgeous and glamorous, with her long blonde hair, perfectly straight to her shoulders, her perfect-looking skin and glowing brown eyes. Her clothes are designer, always. I’ve never seen her wearing anything from Walmart let’s put it that way. “It’s an invitation to our annual Christmas ball.”
“A work thing?”
“Oh no, dear, not for work, it’s optional.”
“Oh, wow.” I pick up the envelope, surprised I got an invitation at all. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” she replies, giving me another genuine smile before entering her office to speak to her husband.
Since what she and her husband said about me, she has tried to apologize numerous times. I don’t know if she felt guilty, or just worried I’d stop taking Maria to her extra-curriculars. I swear these days I have her daughter more than she does. Not that I mind. I adore Maria and she adores me. We have a lot of fun together. Tuesdays are our days, though recently I’ve been filling in a lot of gaps.
This also means I’ve been spending more time with Mr. C because he tends to show up to soccer and then sticks around and Maria makes me stay. When he said twelve days ago that we are friends, I didn’t put much thought into it but I suppose he’s right. I spend more time with him than anyone, and when we’re not working, he’s either throwing things at me when I’m organizing his office, or we’re laughing our asses off together.
We have a great time. I didn’t realize how much I was starting to enjoy my job and that’s not all because of Pax.
I add the date of the party to my calendar and wonder what to wear. I’m going to have to buy yet another outfit.
Le sigh.
“Mr. Conti, I’m just stepping away from my desk for a moment,” I say into the speaker.
“No problem,” he replies, though it sounds strained.
I bet they’re having sex. They usually do when she visits, which isn’t often.
I head to Pax’s office, giving Julia a smug grin as I pass. She knows we’re seeing each other; she’s caught us making out like school kids twice and she is really jealous. She wants him and that makes me feel a bit nervous, though I’m going to be smug about it for the time being.
“Think we can do a three hundred?” Pax asks the moment I open the door and close it behind me.
He draws the blinds over the glass windows that face Mr. Conti’s offices. All the offices are mostly glass but nobody ever opens their privacy blinds so they may as well have built them with brick.
I smile against his mouth, my back against the door as he pulls up my skirt, wraps my leg around his hip and thrusts inside. His cock encased in a ribbed rubber that feels incredible when I clench around it.
“That’s it,” he whispers in my ear, licking at the lobe as his hands grip my ass.
I cling on to his neck for dear life, hoping he stays this addicted to me forever.
The burning starts when I put my hand between us and tweak my clit. If we only have three hundred seconds, I want to make sure I come in time.
Mr. Conti will be mad if I leave him for more than that and Pax won’t let me go until I finish. There’s no faking it with him.
Although Mr. Conti is probably doing this exact thing with his wife right now, so maybe I do have a bit more time.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. Your pussy… so tight,” he grits, whispering in my ear.
I’m so close. So so very close. My head falls back, thudding against the door.
I can hardly breathe.
“Almost there, you’ve gotta get there with me,” he hisses, pressing his forehead to mine, his moans getting louder and his breathing more erratic.
The door pushes against my back.
We forgot to lock it!
I squeak and we both push it back, so it clicks shut.
“I’m busy,” Pax barks and I giggle into his neck.
“So am I,” Mr. Conti barks and to say we separate quickly is an understatement.
“Fuck,” Pax panics, fumbling with his trousers and belt as I yank down my skirt and try to fix my face without a mirror.
We must look a mess. Pax’s hair is wild, his lips are swollen, his cheeks flushed. I’m visibly trembling. I was so close to orgasm that if I just press my clit like a button I will pop like a balloon.
Pax grins at me and then opens the door as I browse his bookshelf casually.
“You,” Mr. Conti barks, pointing at me. “Back to your desk.”
“Yes, sir,” I mutter, stifling my grin as I duck past him.
Pax pats my butt as I go, so I give him a wide-eyed, “what the hell?” look.
“Pax,” Conti snaps and I shut the door behind me, giving another smug grin to Julia as I pass her.
When I return to my desk, Mrs. Conti is nowhere to be found.
I get back on with my work and wait for Mr. C to return. It takes a few minutes and I hear yelling, but he comes back and completely ignores me before slamming his office door shut.
Rose: What happened?
Pax: I just received my first disciplinary.
Rose: For what?
P
ax: For having sex at work. So worth it though. Want to come back and finish?
Rose: Not funny, Pax. What really happened?
Pax: I’m serious. Somebody complained that they could hear us.
Rose: Who?
Pax: Probably Julia.
Rose: Maybe. She totally wants you. She always glares at me.
Pax: I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot barge pole, baby, you’ve got nothing to worry about.
Rose: I’m not worried, if I was worried, I’d never have told you.
Pax: Fair point.
Rose: See you tomorrow then? I don’t have any more breaks today.
Pax: See you tonight. I want to finish what we started.
Rose: I can’t tonight, I’m hanging out with Laurie.
Pax: Oh I fucking adore her. She’s hilarious.
I’m glad he likes Laurie, he met her last week when I forgot she was visiting and Pax was in my kitchen, naked, cooking us breakfast, an apron tied around his front to stop any grease from burning his delectable chest. I’ve never seen Laurie drool so much over a guy before. It made my chest swell with pride. I pulled that. I sleep with that man.
I wonder if that’s how Mrs. Conti feels about Mr. Conti? She’d be an idiot if she didn’t.
Not that I think he’s insanely attractive or anything.
I mean, he is, I’d be blind if I missed it. But I don’t find him attractive, I just think he’s very nice to look at. He’s also an amazing dad and a great husband from what I’ve seen.
Rose: I’d invite you but I need girl time.
Pax: :’-(
Rose: Stop it. Get back to work.
Pax: Speaking of work. Did Conti give you a disciplinary too?
Rose: Not yet. I guess we’ll see.
It takes him an hour before he buzzes me through, and when I enter, he doesn’t say a word about what happened, he smiles at me and we get on with the job.
What the hell?
While he talks and I listen, I pull the pins from my hair and let my bun fall. It’s a mess anyway after what happened in Pax’s office.
I move to the mirror and fluff it out, running my fingers through it so I can put it back into a bun again.
Conti stops mid-sentence, cutting off his speech on how solar energy is the way forward and blah blah. I always listen to his pitches and then we work on them together to make them the best they can be.
I meet his eyes in the mirror, a bobby pin between my lips.
“You should leave it down more often,” he says softly, his eyes roaming my face. “It really suits you.”
The bobby pin falls from my lips and to the floor, but I can’t take my eyes off his.
He stands and prowls towards me. I’m frozen in place like a deer in headlights. My heart is racing.
Bending, he picks up the pin and takes my hair from my hands. His rough fingers drag across my scalp and my eyes flutter shut. An intense feeling of butterflies in my stomach makes me feel close to orgasm again. I almost beg him to stop because this isn’t right. This doesn’t feel friendly. It feels too friendly.
His hands work through my hair, pulling it and parting it, twisting it and manipulating it.
I whimper, deciding that I like my hair being played with more than anything else.
“Done,” he whispers, dropping my new braid over my shoulder.
I grin at him, the sexually charged moment flittering away. “You’ve been practicing.”
“I have,” he tells me, looking proud of himself. “Maria demands so many crazy hairstyles these days.”
I admire my tight braid while tapping the two bobby pins that hold the end six times. “This is excellent, Mr. Conti.”
“Ezra,” he corrects, annoyed. “Why is it you have called Pax by his first name since you met but you’re always so formal with me?”
“I don’t work for Pax,” I mutter, sitting back in the seat across from him. “I work for you. It’s appropriate. Besides, I call you Ezra out of work hours when we’re hanging with Maria.”
He changes the subject. “She adores you. You’re all she speaks about these days.”
“I adore her too. She’s the main reason I might never quit this job,” I jest.
His eyes heated and wary hold mine. He hesitates and the gray of his iris seems to shine as his pupils expand. “Is she the only reason?”
“You’re trying to make me stroke your ego,” I jest, grinning at him, he watches me expectantly. “I guess you’re alright too, Ezra.”
Smiling, he picks up the paper he was reading from before and continues. Well… he continues until his office door opens and Pax appears. His eyes scan the room before landing on us and a look of relief calms his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask and he looks at a loss for what to say.
“Mr. Conti,” he says clearly. “Do you have a copy of the Clandestine file?”
Mr. C nods. “I’ll deliver it to Julia as soon as I find it.”
“Thank you.”
“Be more careful with your things, Pax.” Conti’s tone is dark and heavy. “Some things are irreplaceable.”
Pax’s jaw ticks and his smile is forced as he turns and leaves, leaving the door open in his wake.
I stand and close it, then return to Mr. C. “What was that all about?”
“He lost an important file, that’s all,” he lies and continues reading.
Was Pax checking up on us? What transpired between him and Ezra in his office to make Pax react this way?
I don’t like this. Not at all. It reeks of drama I want no part of.
Chapter Thirteen
Even when he’s angry.
Normal people go to Halloween parties dressed as witches and mermaids and fairies… normal paranormally type things.
Not I.
No. I like to be the odd one out. Where most women dress sexy, I dress funny.
Last year I was Scooby Doo and Laurie was Shaggy.
The year before I was SpongeBob, and Laurie was Patrick.
This year however, I am wearing an inflatable T-Rex costume and Laurie is a dying cow, aka my dinner.
We giggle like little girls all the way into the building after I donned my outfit behind the taxi that dropped us off.
It took a couple of minutes, but it inflated, and I just know I’m going to melt inside this suit.
Still. I look hilarious.
Laurie being Laurie walks into the building mooing. I chase her with my little arms extended and my massive dinosaur head bobbing around.
She presses the button on the elevator twelve times in rapid succession and I jig a little while I wait.
I love dressing up, it makes me feel like I’ve got a shield in front of me. I can’t get embarrassed or be ridiculed because nobody can see me.
The elevator rises with just us two in it.
The party is being held in the cafeteria on our level, it’s big enough for everyone and they’ve hired a bar too which should be fun. Although Laurie and I already got drunk at home to gather the courage to come to this thing.
Laurie’s tics get quite animated when she’s had a drink. I love it, but other people might not.
“Daniel McIntyre is my mom’s lover,” she says and her black eye twitches.
I pat her soft cow head. “You wish.”
“I wish for penis up my butthole.”
I almost fall backwards with laughter at that one. She sighs but smiles too.
“I’m nervous,” she tells me.
“Don’t be,” I whisper, but truth be told, I’m nervous too. I’m also very drunk so I also don’t care.
The elevator dings to a stop and the doors open.
Everybody looks at us.
Literally… the entire hall full of people just stop and look.
At least everybody is dressed but nobody looks as awesome as we do.
“Candy cane vagina pads,” Laurie cries and slaps a hand over her mouth.
“Who is that?” Julia asks, referring to me as oth
ers say, “Awesome costume, man.”
They don’t know it’s me.
This is hilarious.
I toddle on, my big dinosaur butt and tail swaying as I go.
People laugh and cheer as we go past and I’m finding it hard to see because the plastic screen of the costume is starting to fog. I forgot to spray it with deodorant. Damn.
“What are we having?” Laurie asks as we rush through the crowded cafeteria to the makeshift bar.
“A double whiskey, plenty of ice,” I reply and she orders for us both as somebody cups their hands on the plastic and peers in to see who it is.
“I knew it was you,” Pax says and doubles over with laughter. He presses his lips to the plastic but I step back and bop him on the head with my big dinosaur mouth. People around us laugh and cheer, figuring out that it’s me if Pax is kissing me. It’s no secret anymore that we’re dating.
He’s dressed as James Bond… adventurous… not. He just couldn’t be bothered to go shopping for a costume.
“Is that actually Rose?” Mr. C asks and I turn to wave at him.
My jaw hits the floor when I see him.
He’s dressed as a priest. A fucking priest. A shirtless priest with a white collar and black cape draped over his shoulders.
His chest and abs are… whoa. He’s smooth, toned, with deep grooves and that special V that goes down to his…
I swallow hard and avert my eyes.
Oh man… I’ve always had a thing for priests. It’s the whole chastity-until-death thing. Like all that pent-up sexual frustration and I get to be the one who relieves it. But only hot priests… if they exist.
This one exists. He looks… I daren’t comment further.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I joke when he comes closer to see me through the plastic.
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