my cock throb with desire.
“I’ll see you in my office then. Have a good day, ladies,” I say and leave the room. I can hear an instant buzz behind me when the doors shut. I know they have all pounced on her, trying to dissect every word of that conversation.
But the doors swing open behind me almost immediately and I turn to find her following me out. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so quickly.
Our eyes meet, and she smiles at me warmly. Looks like she’s gathered herself. She is now fully in control of herself again.
“I hope you had a productive lunch meeting, Mr. Silvers. I’ll meet you at your office,” she says and hurries past me.
I have to admit I’m disappointed that she doesn’t want to walk back with me.
What the fuck is wrong with me? This is not a park. We are never going to be on a date. Under no circumstances should we be taking a walk together.
I should take Kim’s advice from back there in the cafeteria and keep things professional. Clearly, this job is important to her, and I would hate myself if she had to leave it.
A few more days go by and I finally feel like I’m beginning to get a grip on myself. Despite the incident at the cafeteria the other day, I have managed to keep my distance from Kim. It is purely professional between us, just like she wants. I still return to my apartment every night after work and fantasize about her. In the privacy of my shower or bed, I relieve the urgency of my cock, and the next morning, I manage to keep from looking at her.
But how much longer am I going to continue this way? My desire for Kim is taking over my life. I can’t think of anything else. Even my battle with the board has taken a backseat because she is the only thing that fills my mind.
If I could have her just once…but I know I can’t. I shouldn’t.
I haven’t even been keeping up my usual social lifestyle since she came into the picture. I keep refusing to meet my friends for drinks. Maybe that is what I need? A night out at the usual spots where I can meet someone and bring her home and bang the daylights out of her. Maybe that is what will get Kim out of my system.
Tonight, I’m working late again.
I haven’t asked her to stay back but she does anyway.
I have been on and off video calls in the conference room, and that is where I am right now. Through the door, I see her walking towards the room, and I have to clench my jaw to control the throb in my body.
Just one look at her is all I need. One glance at the swing of her hips.
She knocks and enters the room with a wad of files under her arm.
“I have the Rudgers files for you here, Mr. Silvers,” she says and comes forward.
“Yeah, thanks, just leave them here.”
I don’t look at her. Like a Labrador trying not to stare and drool over a plate of chicken.
Kim puts the files down in front of me and leans over to flip one open.
“I’ve arranged them according to timeline. I know you didn’t ask for that, but…”
“That’s fine,” I say, snappily cutting her off.
That’s the thing—I don’t mean to be rude to her. I don’t want to be rude to her. I just don’t know how else to deal with the temptations I’m experiencing.
Our eyes meet, and for a moment, it seems like she is hurt by my dismissive tone.
“I apologize,” I blurt before I can stop myself. Words that don’t come out of my mouth often. She seems surprised by it too. I clear my throat and tap my pen compulsively on the table.
It’s a long, sturdy conference table. My mind is spinning with the idea of laying her across it and taking her. Right here and now. The office floor is empty. There’s nobody else here but us. Nobody will know.
I bet she can see the way I’m looking her over. I can’t look away. My eyes settle on her cleavage. The way her breasts are rising and falling. She doesn’t look away either.
I’m not sure how many minutes of silence have passed between us now. We have been silent for too long.
I should ask her to leave. Pack her things and go home for the night. I don’t need her services