18. Satans Balls
Satan's Balls
Luke
I decide to close the office today and let everyone work from home. It’s forty degrees already and it’s only quarter to eight in the morning. I tried having my coffee on the balcony and as soon as I stepped outside, the heat sucked the air from my lungs and the humidity hasn’t even hit yet.
After Dani’s breakdown yesterday, I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable in the office. I was questioned by Carrie for hours and Mark and Jim had asked if she was alright. They had heard everything. Plus, I might have something planned for later. It could very well blow up in my face, but hey, why not take a chance. I’m hooked on Dani. Even if she doesn't feel the same way and I make an ass of myself, I want her to know my intentions.
I just poured my second cup of coffee when my cell rings. "Yeah?"
"Daaaaaaaaaaamn Archer—" Dani announces.
"I’m buzzing you in," I hit nine to open the main door.
The knock comes moments later. I check myself out in the toaster—loser—and answer the door.
Dani whistles as she enters. She looks wonderful. Her hair is in a ponytail that’s swinging down her back. Her face is free of makeup, and she’s wearing an oversized tank top and jean shorts. Her skin’s flushed pink from the heat.
"It’s as hot as Satan’s balls out there," Dani pants and wipes her forehead as she kicks the door shut behind her. "I’ve got boob sweat and I drove here." She drops her purse on the counter in the kitchen and wanders around my sub-penthouse.
I can’t pull my eyes away from her legs. They are spectacular. Thick thighs to dig your fingers into. Shapely calves to kiss down. Perfection.
"Nice place, Archer." Dani compliments.
"Thank you."
She walks over to the floor to ceiling windows and moves the curtain. Dani gasps. "Oh wow," she breathes. "The view from here is amazing."
The view from where I’m standing is pretty incredible too.
She presses her face against the glass. Her breath fogging up the window. "It’s a better view then what I have. All I can see out my living room window are my neighbours."
I chuckle. "I’m sure it’s a nice view."
Dani barks out a laugh. "Sure. If you have a thing for ninety-year-old ladies who don’t believe in curtains, or bras," she glances over her shoulder at me, eyebrows raised.
"I do not," I reply.
Dani turns back to the window. Her natural beauty is something to behold. Her fair skin reflexes the sunlight softly, giving her an otherworldly glow. She’s an angel. A stunningly beautiful angel with a no bullshit attitude.
"Shall we get to work," I say and motion towards my home office.
"Snazzy," Dani remarks as she brushes past me and into the office.
"There is not much room in here. The desk takes up most of the space. I hope you’re okay with that." I query.
Dani sits in my desk chair and spins herself around. "As long as you’re wearing deodorant, I’m cool," she gives me a once over. "Look at you, Archer, wearing a tank top and shorts. I thought you wore suits all the time." Dani smiles up at me.
I pull over another chair and sit behind my desktop, handing her my laptop.
"I have a dresser full of clothes that aren't suits." I respond.
"Can I see?"
"No, you cannot see."
"You know I’m going to go snooping when I’m bored," Dani smiles brightly.
"Guess I’ll have to stay on top of you." I wink and Dani flushes.
I log into my computer and Dani does the same with her laptop. "Would you like to listen to some music?" I ask.
"As long as it’s not that easy listening shit you have playing at the office." Dani answers with a smile.
"It’s not the office music. I don’t even like it. However, playing my kind of music at work would not be appropriate." I open Spotify on my phone.
Guitar riffs come through the Bluetooth speakers all over my condo as Pantera’s Cowboys From Hell begins to play. Dani stares at me wide eyed, her mouth hanging open. I reach over and shut it with a smirk. She blinks a few times, then slaps my arm.
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Archer. You got me. You can put on what you actually listen to."
"This is what I listen to," I lean closer. "What were you expecting?"
"Classical, or country." Dani answers. "I didn’t take you for a heavy metal fan."
"Heavy metal, rock, punk. I listen to it all."
Dani snorts out a laugh. "You’re just full of surprises, Archer."
I smirk. If tonight goes well, she'll see just how full of surprises I truly am.
"You know the drill." I state.
Dani salutes me. "Yes sir."
"I’m starving," Dani complains, and pulls my attention away from the proposal I am in the middle of writing.
"You got food in this place?" Dani asks as she stretches, making these strange sounds as she cracks her back over the chair.
"I do," I remark.
"Good. I’ll make us lunch."
I hold up a hand. "No, I’ll make us lunch."
I stand as Dani blinks up at me. "You can cook?"
"Yes. And very well too." I walk into the kitchen and dig through the fridge. Pulling out what I need to make a couple of club sandwiches. I’ll be cooking later tonight.
"Do you have any allergies, Daniella?"
"Nope!" she yells from the office.
I put the sandwiches together and plate them. "Drink?" I ask.
"Whatcha got?"
"Water, Pepsi, beer, milk, wine."
"Surprise me." She replies.
I grab two Pepsi's and the plates and walk back into the office.
"Thanks Archer," Dani says as I place the food and pop in front of her. "You’re a regular Sally homemaker." She winks as she takes a bite.
We eat in silence. Well, Dani eats. I sit there like an idiot and watch her. She has the sandwich in one hand and is typing with the other. She has a blob of mayonnaise on the corner of her lip, and I act without thinking. Using my thumb, I brush it off her mouth. Her head whips in my direction.
"Mayo," I hold up my thumb.
Dani leans over and sucks my thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.
"Thanks." She smiles and goes back to work.
I, on the other hand, stand quickly and head into the bathroom. I plant my hands on my hips and drop my chin to my chest.
Why did she have to walk into my office?
I was doing just fine until Dani came into my life. Now I cannot control myself around her. I constantly start arguments with her because she looks so cute when she’s mad. I give her more work than I should so I can spend more time with her alone. My nights are filled with dreams of her.
She crashed through my walls without me realizing it.