Chapter 24
It seemed I had finally gotten what I wanted. Although given all that had happened, it felt as though I had somehow twisted her arm into offering it, and I didn’t quite know how this made me feel. I wasn”t sure yet if I was going to accept her offer, but I did want to speak to her a bit more to work out exactly where her head was spinning because it seemed to be in the gutter. Plus, there was the fact that she had seen my cock, and after the words she had just said to me, I was a hundred percent sure that no amount of jacking off was going to soothe it down.
After picking up the towel, I wrapped it around my waist, took the bag of soup she had brought and headed in. I left the door ajar, giving her the choice of whether she truly wanted to come in or whether she just wanted to leave the soup and continue on her way. Whatever she chose, it was up to her.
I, on the other hand, actually wanted the soup, so I headed over to the kitchen and placed it on the counter. I brought out the bowl and, although it was still hot, I wanted to warm it up a little more.
So, tired, I poured some into a bowl and plopped it into the microwave. Leaning against the counter, I waited and wondered if she had come in or left. I couldn”t hear a single word, but it seemed she had checked out and left, or she had been trying to play some kind of nonsense game with me.
Either way, I remained patient, trying my best to keep the image of my cock wet and slick with her release as I rammed over and over into her out of my head. Perhaps it would be on this gorgeous marble surface, against the wall in my bedroom, or in the shower. I wanted to fucking know what her cunt tasted like, wanted to know what it felt like to suck on her clit, and have her nipples on my tongue. And perhaps, even if she was as dirty as I hoped she would be, my cock would find its way to her ass.
Fuck. I wanted to ruin her in every way, just fuck her until neither of us could walk. And the fact that I was standing there so calmly while I thought of all this was wild to me. However, the more I thought, the harder I became, until I all but lost my appetite because I was too fucking horny.
Soon, the microwave dinged its completion, so I headed over to retrieve the soup. It was steaming hot now, just the way that I wanted it. So, after placing it on a flat plate, I brought it over to the counter with me and grabbed a spoon. I looked up then, and to my excitement, found her standing in the middle of the huge apartment, looking completely lost and out of place. She was watching me, and it made me realize just how scrawny she looked, apart from her boobs.
”Have you eaten?” I asked. She nodded, and instantly, I knew it was a lie. Maybe she had been back in the restaurant, but certainly not comfortably enough for it to count as a proper dinner.
”So, you don”t want any soup?” I asked as I took a scoop and brought it to my lips. I blew on it and had a first taste. It was good. Extremely good. Much better than I had hoped or even expected.
I wanted to be alone, but even with the current tension between us, this wasn”t possible, so I continued eating. Eventually, though, she seemed to find her courage, perhaps realizing that she was already in the apartment and thus was already partially welcome.
She came closer and only stopped when she reached the front of the counter. She stared at me as though I was some attacker of some sort, and as though she had to be careful for her life, and it made me shake my head.
”There”s a bowl right there,” I said. ”Help yourself to some if you want it.”
”I”m really not hungry,” she replied, and I nodded. I wasn”t going to force her. I took a few more spoonfuls; however, having someone watch you while you eat wasn”t the best way to aid digestion, so I eventually set my spoon down and pushed the bowl away.
I raised my head then and looked at her.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Every time I saw her, I was especially stunned by this fact. What was more interesting to me now, however, was the fact that she looked somewhat disheveled. Perhaps to the normal onlooker, she looked just fine, but she usually didn’t joke with her appearance. There was never a crease in her suit or jacket or a hair out of place, but today, however, multiple strands had loosened from the bun she had worn all day, and now she looked... homely. Less like a robot… just human and fragile and absolutely fuckable.
“Explain yourself,” I told her. “I”m to understand that you just offered your body up to me to fuck,” I asked. “That doesn”t sound right, no matter the context.”
“It”s no different from a casual hook-up,” she replied. Her voice was small and appeared confident, but I could still hear the slight tremor in it. She was absolutely not as sure or confident about this as she wanted to seem.
“So you just want us to fuck, and then you”ll be on your way?”
“If that”s alright with you. I mean, if we worked together like you said, it would be a problem but?—”
“Stop repeating yourself,” I held a hand up, and her mouth instantly snapped shut.
I stared at her, then cocked my head.
“You”re offering this because you”re attracted to me?” I asked.
“Sexually, yes,” she replied, and I had to admit that I was surprised by this. I mean, it wasn’t strange, it just was... I didn’t expect it, at least, especially coming from her, and given her background of basically being propositioned by everything with a dick from the moment she turned eighteen, I was sure.
“Since when?” I asked, curious about how long she had been thinking about this. I mean, if it had been from the very beginning, then it did put a lot of things into perspective. So maybe I wasn”t crazy after all.
“From when you mentioned it,” she replied.
“I mentioned what?” I asked.
“The proposition,” she said. “You said you didn’t want to be distracted by me, and then I put two and two together and assumed that you probably wanted to... you were probably sexually attracted to me as well.”
“So, that more or less made you pay attention?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yes.”
I lifted my chin in understanding.
“So, all this time... you”ve been thinking about me sexually?”
“Yes,” she replied, and I knew then I had to stop because it was most definitely beginning to sound like I was fishing for compliments. It wasn”t the case, though. I was just truly and genuinely amazed by what she was currently saying to me.
“So, you want to fuck?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Not just because you want to apologize and probably get your job back?”
“That would be manipulative. I”m not manipulative.”
“Well, you may not be manipulative, but you definitely are murderous,” I said. “Why the fuck did you make such an error today? You didn’t ask about allergies while setting up the dinner?” I asked.
Her tone immediately rose in defense of herself.
“I asked Jude, but he didn’t know, and then I asked Sandra. I also tried—anyway, they all told me that you didn’t have any allergies. I checked with the others as well, found that one of them was vegan, and purposefully ensured he was only ever served vegetarian dishes. I had no clue whatsoever that?—”
She stopped once again, took a deep breath, and then released it.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I know everything I”m saying now just sounds like an excuse, but I swear to you it”s not. I know I should have done better, and I”m not trying to get my job back by apologizing in this way, but I just really need to let you know that I”d never cause harm to you in any way.”
“That”s a silly emphasis,” I almost rolled my eyes. “Why the fuck would I suspect you wanted to cause harm to me in any way.”
She seemed startled as a result, and I understood why. The question I had asked her earlier about if she had been trying to kill me on purpose.
She released a deep breath then and stared at me. I guess I was indeed part of the problem.
“Once again, I”m sorry, and... if you don”t want me in that way as well, then I”ll leave,” she said, and eventually, I realized that I could no longer wait. I at least needed to kiss her, but I didn’t exactly want to show just how feverishly excited she made me. My cock was straining so hard against the returned towel that it was most definitely now painful and leaking from the pulsing head.
So, I remained behind the counter and gave her the next instruction.
“Come over here,” I said.
I could almost feel her breathing catching in her throat at the command, but then, as though she were a puppet being controlled by me, she headed over and rounded the counter.
She, however, stopped, not wanting to come closer or perhaps just hesitating in general.
“Come here,” I repeated through gritted teeth, and she finally complied. She walked toward me, slowly, and carefully, eventually stopping when she was a very short distance away. I knew she wouldn’t come closer on her own accord, and so, instead, I took the few steps left between us and closed the distance.
This was the very first time I was standing this close to her. And for all intents and purposes, it was more distracting than I could have ever imagined was even possible.
Before her, I didn”t think I”d ever truly grasped the concept of being feminine, but now, with this woman, all I could feel was her allure was mesmerizing. She felt like a softer, more gorgeous, much sexier counterpart to me, and I just wanted to devour her. What was it about her that had captured me so immensely from the very moment I had first seen her?
She felt like a breath of fresh air... smart, capable, clumsy as fuck, but still no less appealing. I didn”t even know what I wanted to do first, so I simply took in her frame and her face. The gentle curves of her brows, her gorgeous button nose, the pale pink of her lips, her full, supple cheeks.
Lifting a hand, I brushed back the tendrils of escaped hair along her temples behind her ears, and at my touch, I heard her breathing catch. There was no further need to linger unless this would become more than it was supposed to be. In fact, I even considered Dante”s idea of not kissing her. However, every time I thought about not kissing her, the way she nibbles her bottom lip came to mind and I decided that it was physically, mentally, and emotionally impossible for me to hold back in that regard.
I leaned forward, my heart thundering in my chest, and pulled that bottom lip to mine. It tasted sweet, but then there was a hint of beer and alcohol, which made me wonder if she had been drinking. There had been alcohol present at the business meeting, but generally, we had all kept it to a minimum.
Regardless, I didn”t mind. I loved it, and so I couldn”t help but tilt my head even further for yet another kiss. She was eager, and willing, though somewhat shy, and it all added to the appeal of her. She parted her lips, her tongue dancing along with mine. It took a few tries, but then, in no time, we were lost to it, and it was just as wonderful as I”d always imagined it would be with her. She was pressed tightly against me, my hand around her waist, while after stumbling a bit, she finally settled hers against my bare chest. There was nothing to grab onto beside me, and it was perfect.
We finally broke away, then, needing to catch our breath, and I loved just how dazed she looked. Like she was disoriented and in disbelief all at once. It was exactly the way I felt, but as I turned around and headed over to the refrigerator, I tried to hide this. I knew I was in trouble from the first moment I saw her, but now, this kiss had all the more confirmed it. It made me wonder then as I pulled the door open and retrieved a bottle of water if I should even go through with fucking her.
She had resigned; I could put an end to all of this right now. However, and in the future, for the rest of my life, I would always wonder: how would the sex have been, how she sounded when she was coming, if she lost all propriety then and lost even her mind? I wanted to see her wild and feral and soft and trembling, and so I made up my mind then and turned as well to ask her what she wanted.