Chapter 5 #2
With more confidence than before, Lety keeps her head up as she moves to sit on the couch.
She sinks into the soft cushion, making herself comfortable.
Most of her earlier nerves have gone away, as her body relaxes, looking more at home here.
I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to lay her out and feast upon her until she begs me to stop.
The thought hardens my cock, and I clear my throat, needing to look away.
I want to seduce her, not scare her with a raging hard on. At least, not yet.
Except I can’t help but notice how well she belongs in my home—like a permanent fixture that was always meant to be here.
She makes herself cozy on my couch, tucking her feet under her as she reaches for a throw pillow to put behind her head.
She must sense me staring at her because she looks up, raising an annoyed brow. “Well? Are you going to order food?”
I laugh and disappear to grab the wine I’d left chilling this morning.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and locate the closest Chinese restaurant that delivers.
By the time I return, food has been ordered, but before I can let her know, she startles like she forgot I was here.
Or maybe she just forgot she was alone with me. In my home.
I pour the wine, offering her a glass. She takes it from me with a small “Thanks,” before bringing it up to her lips.
I take the opportunity to sit close to her on the couch.
I do it deliberately, feeling the heat of her body, but make sure to keep a little distance between us to ease her nerves.
Lety readjusts herself, causing her to scoot closer to me on her own accord.
Our legs touch, and if she notices, she doesn’t pull away.
I test the waters and angle my body closer, allowing more of our thighs to touch.
“You always this nice with your employees?” she asks, arching a brow. The way she says “nice” makes it sound like something more.
“Only the ones I can’t stop thinking about.
” I sip my wine; my eyes locked on her lips.
My filter is gone. I’m done toying around her, needing her to know who I really am.
Not just her boss. And now that I have her alone, lured her here under the guise of work, I don’t plan on holding back any longer.
“And don’t pretend you don’t like the attention. ”
She scoffs, cheeks flushing. “You don’t know what I like.”
“Oh, I do.” My voice dips low, and I watch the way her throat works as she swallows. A red flush creeps across her cheeks as her fingers flex around the wineglass. She doesn’t move away. That’s important. That’s not to say she isn’t warring with herself—that she’s not fighting her desires.
But she’s also not leaving.
“You’ve been feeding me, complimenting me, dragging me into your car like a damn caveman. What’s this, César? Are you trying to wear me down until I fold? Is that your sick way of hazing me?” Her voice cuts deep, both anger and something that sounds a lot like fear mingling.
Fear that if she opens herself up to the idea of me that she won’t be able to close me out again, perhaps?
“No.” I lean in slightly, letting my voice fall soft. “I’m trying to get you to stop pretending you don’t want this, too. That you don’t want me.”
She laughs, sharp and forced. Her thighs squeeze together, giving away her desire for me. “You’re my boss. You sign my checks. There is no ‘this.’” She gestures between us.
I tilt my head, studying her. “And if I wasn’t your boss? If I was just some guy you met at a bar? Or online? What then? It wouldn’t matter, would it?” I ache to tell her I know her. Who she really is. I don’t want to be her fucking boss right now. I want to be hers.
“Maybe not to you, but I’ve worked too hard to be seen as more than a body. I’m not some assistant you get to play with until you’re bored.”
I set down my wine and shift closer, close enough that my knee brushes against hers. She thinks I want to play with her? To discard her once I’m done to chase after the next shiny thing that runs my way in heels? I’ve never given her a reason to think otherwise, but that stops now.
“Good,” I say, voice low and deliberate. “Because I’m not bored. And I’ve never been one to play when it comes to you.” She needs to know this isn’t another fling. That her hold on me is unmatched.
The things I would do to please this woman…
She stills, hands clutching her wineglass so hard her knuckles turn white.
I’m surprised she hasn’t shattered it, and I’m pissed that she still doesn’t understand I’m not playing.
But maybe words aren’t enough for her. A girl like Lety needs to see and feel the words in action.
And I’ve been proving my loyalty for her a lot longer than either of us realize. On DesireDen.
“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching,” I continue.
“The way you lean into my touch whenever I brush too close. The way your eyes drop to my mouth when you’re mad at me.
I think you want me, Lety. Just like I want you.
You’re just too afraid to admit it. Maybe because you don’t think I want you.
Even though I’ve stayed with you in the office every night.
Wanting to be near you. Wanting to talk to you. Wanting to make sure you’re safe.”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. I reach out and drag a knuckle down the length of her jaw. She shivers.
“I’ve never been obsessed with a woman before,” I admit. “But you?” I chuckle humorlessly, unable to stop the shiver racing up my spine. “You crawl under my skin. You haunt me. You think I’m being generous because I like to feed you? I’m starving, Lety. For you.”
Her breath catches.
I lean in until my lips hover just over her ear. I hammer in the final nails in the coffin with just four little words.
“I know it’s you.”
Her whole body jolts, and I think she’s about to make a run for it. But she doesn’t. Instead, she sucks in a deep breath, waiting for me to confirm it.
“You’re CurvyBabe.”
She shoves back off the couch, eyes wide, as she tries to put distance between us. Now I’ve got her. My girl bares her teeth at me. “What the actual fuck?”
I rise slowly, giving her space to ease the confusion and horror I see on her face.
When I speak, I try to keep my voice soft.
Light. “I’ve known for a while now, mi reina.
I’ve been watching you. Admittedly, I didn’t know it was you at first. Not until I saw that pretty little butterfly tattoo on your back.
But then it all made sense. Everything clicked for me.
My draw to you—why you live rent free in my mind. ”
Her chest rises and falls, rapid and uneven. “How the hell—why the hell—César, that’s private!”
“No, sweetheart,” I murmur, taking another slow step forward, backing her into the wall behind her, “that’s intimate. And I’ve been part of that world longer than you realize. So, I’m not leaving. Not unless you force me to.”
Her jaw trembles, her panting breaths a mixture of fear and desire. “You’re saying you’ve been…watching me?”
“I’ve done more than just watch.” I smirk.
“I’ve tipped. Subscribed. Favorited every goddamn video.
I know what makes you squirm. I know what makes you moan.
I’ve seen you come on your fingers, wishing it was my cock that made your scream like that.
I’ve talked to you privately, listened to your secrets—and I never once shied away. ”
She stares at me, eyes wide and pupils dilated, horrified and aroused all at once.
“I’m your top supporter. Every night you were on, I was there. Every time you wore that little red lace number, you were thinking of your fans. But I was thinking of you.”
“You’re insane,” she breathes.
“Only about you, mi reina.”
I close the last bit of distance between us. Her back hits the wall, and I press my hand beside her head, caging her in. She doesn’t push me away. Doesn’t scream.
Because part of her likes it.
The power. The heat. The obsession.
“You could fire me for this,” she whispers.
“I won’t,” I promise. “But I’ll fuck you for it.”
She lets out a strangled sound, her eyes narrowing even as her thighs shift to press tightly together.
I can see her resolve crumbling, breath by breath.
I want to break down her barriers and strip her bare.
I want to see every part of her she keeps locked away.
I won’t run from it. I’ll fucking embrace it.
“You think I’m lying to you. That you’re just another fleeting romance,” I murmur, voice against her cheek.
“But the truth is, you’ve been luring me in from the start.
Every sigh. Every stretch. Every time you walked into my office like you didn’t know exactly what that skirt was doing.
I think you wore it just for me, didn’t you? ”
She shudders, and that’s confirmation enough.
“Tell me to stop,” I say.
She doesn’t, only licks her lips and meets my eyes with a challenge in her gaze. Almost like she doesn’t quite believe me.
So, I kiss her.
Hard.
Not soft or gentle or sweet because that’s not what she needs. She’s been screaming that into the void, and no one has noticed. Not until me. She needs the truth. The fire that’s been eating us both alive.
My hand tangles in her hair, angling her mouth to take more. Her lips part with a needy sound, and I drink her in like I’ve been dying of thirst.
She kisses me back like she’s finally letting herself break. Her hands fist my shirt, yanking me closer, dragging me down with her. A low groan leaves the back of my throat as my cock hardens painfully.
When I pull back, her lips are swollen. Her eyes are wild and glassy. She looks drunk. Drunk on me.
“I know it’s you,” I whisper again, reminding her as I brush my mouth along her jaw and throat. “And I don’t want just CurvyBabe. I want Lety. I want both of you.” She is the same person, but also different. I won’t force her to choose one over the other. I’m a greedy bastard. I will take both.
“You’re an asshole,” she says, voice wrecked. Yet she doesn’t pull away. Her body arches to me, as she traps my leg between her thighs.
“Say you want this.” Say you want me.
“I don’t want this.” Lie. Almost a good one, if her voice hadn’t come out breathy and her hand didn’t trail over the hard muscles of my chest. Again, my cock twitches in interest, desperate to be buried deep inside of her.
For a moment, I have her. She’s mine. Acceptance glows in her eyes.
But then something snaps in her. She dons a mask like she’s been doing every damn day, putting up walls that had been so close to tumbling down mere moments ago. Her hand presses flat against my chest, using force to push me back. I stagger, but mostly out of confusion.
“I have to go.”
“Lety—” I reach for her, but she dodges my grasp, grabbing her purse from the couch and putting it between us like a barrier.
“Let me go, César. This”—she gestures between us—“is too much. I need to go. Need to clear my head. You just dropped a fucking bombshell on me and expect me to just recover? Well, I can’t. I need time to think. Let me go.”
Every part of me wants to argue. To make her understand why this—us—is right.
How could she not feel what is happening between us?
Maybe she did and her first instinct is to run from it.
But keeping her here will only hurt her, and that’s the last fucking thing I want to do.
So, for now, I have to let her go to win her heart.
“At least let me take you home.”
But my girl is stubborn to the bone. She shakes her head once adamantly. “I’ll call an Uber. Goodbye, César.” Her voice is tight, controlled in that way she gets when she’s trying not to feel too much. Before I can get a single word out, she turns her back on me.
My hand twitches, half-lifting to stop her, but she’s already moving to the door.
It all happens too fast.
One moment she’s in front of me, eyes wide and mouth trembling with everything she won’t say—and the next, she’s gone. She flees for the door like it might save her from what just happened between us.
I don’t react. Not right away. My brain lags, struggling to make sense of it. Did I say too much? Was it the truth that scared her, or the way I said it?
The door opens with a rush of cool night air.
She doesn’t look back.
Just like that Lety slips through my fingers. Gone. And all I can do is stand there, surrounded by the lingering scent of her perfume and the aftertaste of a kiss that meant more to me than it ever should have.
I stare at the door long after it clicks shut.
I should go after her.
I want to go after her.
But I don’t.
Because for the first time in a long time, I don’t know how. But I make a silent vow to myself to give Lety the time to think. Because she will be mine.