It was more than expected…
We hooked up, he left.
Excuse me if I forgot to feel bad.
I gave up on love a long time ago, and it was the best decision I could have made. Years of stress and bad choices helped me to arrive at this comfortable void.
No more awkward dates, horrible blind dates and best of all, no soggy relationships! Those are the relationships that start off great, and then of course, turn to shit. You find yourself in so deep, that you have to dig your way out of a dreadful relationship.
But, I know what you’re thinking…
“Poor Kelsa, she must have really gotten hurt.”
Well, you’re wrong.
I’ve always been fortunate enough to have been on the other side of heartbreak. I am not proud, it was fucking stressful. Looking into the eyes of a sweet guy who’s heart you’re about to crush, isn’t easy. I’m a firm believer in not wasting time, if it isn’t working, it isn’t working.
After having to deal with so many bad endings, I said ‘fuck the beginnings’. What’s the point? I choose to enjoy the rest of my twenties and put the heavy shit on deferment.
New York is cold, this time of year, and it seems like every other day we are getting a snow threat. A cold chill rolls through the bedroom, reminding me that I’m still naked. I grab my robe, and make my way toward the bathroom for a shower. My best friend, Renee, and I share a tiny, two bedroom flat so getting to the bathroom takes 30 seconds.
I move across the cold wooden floor on unsteady legs. As I’m about to enter the bathroom, I notice Renee entering the flat. Only… She’s not on her feet, she is being carried.
“Whoa! Who are you? What’s wrong with her?” I ask the strange guy, as he barrels past me. He places Renee in front of the toilet, as everything in her stomach makes its disgusting return.
I move to her side to aid her in her agony. When Renee is done, she leans back, propping herself against the wall. I sigh, and turn to face the guy.
“Hey. Thanks for…” The words die on my tongue when I realize that the guy is no longer standing behind me. I head toward the living room, in search of him. As I’m about to give up, he immediately reenters the flat, holding Renee’s cell phone.
I offer him a smile.
“Hey, thanks for…” My words died yet again, but this time, it’s due to the heated way he’s looking at me.
With knitted brows and a clenched jaw, he hands me her cell phone. “Some fucking friend you are. She’s been calling you for two hours!”
“Yeah!” He spits. He glances at my body, but then snaps his eyes away, reminding me yet again that I’m naked. Well, under the robe anyways. I pull my robe tighter around my body.
“No, save it!” He says, cutting me off. “Whatever you were doing was more important than your friend. Friends like you are the reason bad things happen to women in bars!”
“Ok, asshole! You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! I broke my phone today, and the replacement won’t be here until morning. I appreciate you helping my friend, but now, you can take your hot headed, judgmental ass to the other side of our front door!”
The nerve of this guy.
He looks taken aback. A slight change occurs in his gaze, but I’m sure it’s due to the amount of crow he’s trying to swallow.
I stand there, waiting for the apology, with my arms folded in front of my body. It doesn’t come. Instead, he clenches his fist and slams the door as he walks out of the house.
An hour later, I help Renee to bed and shut the door behind me, leaning against it. I feel bad that she couldn’t reach me earlier, but it’s unlike her to drink this much. Two weeks ago, she walked in on her boyfriend, Tom, cheating on her. The dickhole was fucking his neighbor, and had been for weeks. Her heart shattered, and I hate Tom for it. She didn’t deserve that, no one does. If he was done with her, he should have ended it, instead of fucking around. Another perfect example why love sucks, not many have the balls to do what needs to be done.
A chiming sound echoes through the living room. I push myself up off of Renee’s bedroom door,
and begin fumbling in the dark to find the cause. On the floor next to the door lies a cell phone. I
have a sneaky suspicion which asshole it belongs to…
(Earlier that night)
So, damn stupid.
Why did I come back?
I’m not ready to see him. I should leave.
Kelsa can come over here and get the necklace for me. Maybe… I don’t really NEED my necklace. I WANT it. Dropping my fist, I turn on my heels and begin to walk away from his door, feeling defeated.
No! You know what? Screw that. He doesn’t get to treat me like shit, and I go into hiding from him. Fuck him. I turn around again and storm back, hesitating for a second, and then bang on his door.
Thomas opens the door quickly, as if he was already standing on the other side.
“Renee!” He says with wide eyes.
I look at him, and notice that an incredible amount of emotion floods through me. I’m feeling everything, and nothing, and I’m trying to keep up. We stand in the doorway until it hits me that I’m the one who is supposed to be talking.
I stand up straight, clear my throat, and tell him. “I’m here to get my necklace.”
His brows crease for a second, he steps back, opening the door wider.
The familiar smell of his home knocks into my senses, causing my heart to react. I’m weighed down by it, as if my heart is too heavy, and the pain is too much to carry. I loved him… I loved him so fucking much. Why would he do this to me? Tears sting my eyes. I walk quickly to the mantle, I will NOT let him see me cry. I won’t… I can’t.
I curl the necklace in my palm and turn to face him. He hasn’t moved, he is only looking at me in brief glances. Watching how incredibly pathetic he is, causes the threatening tears to turn hot. I want to kick things. I want to knock everything off of this stupid mantle and slap the stupid look off his face. Not to mention, kick his stupid TV off his stupid wall.
Anger starts to boil as I stalk back toward the front door, jaw set and fist clenched. My skin crawls when I brush past him this time. He must feel the heat radiating from me, because he’s looking a bit nervous. I don’t slap him. Instead, I tell him exactly how to kiss my ass.
“I’m sorry.” He says, weakly.
I turn to face him, now that I’ve made it to the other side of his door.
“Fuck you, and your apologies, Tom. Just… don’t!” I retort.
“I never wanted to hurt you, Renee. I just…” he sighs, allowing the words to evaporate from his tongue.
“Well, you did a great job there. You fucking nailed it!” I say, as I stomp away toward the elevator.
When I reach the bottom floor, the angry energy from moments ago turns into a familiar pain. I practically run outside.
“Breathe” I whisper, but the air feels solid as it squeezes my lungs, making breathing impossible. The world pricks and stings, as my heart drums and the tears fall.
“Breathe” I choke, unable to stop the visions of Tom and the moment he shattered me. I clench my stomach as my tear-filled eyes fall to the bar across the street.
(Three hours later)
The bar stool is warm. Everything is warm and happy, except dickheads like Tom, they suck. I look down at my glass that jumps away from my hand. Ha. Who gave me the jumping glass?
“Ma’am, do you need me to call somebody else?”
My eyes fall to the bartender, who has been bothering me to make phone calls forever, it seems. If he wants to talk on the phone so bad, then why does he keep bothering me about it? I just want to sit here with my drink… but it’s starting to taste like water.
“Ma’am. Here’s your cell phone, call your friend again.”
“I’ll help her home.” Another voice says.
“Noo.” I say, dropping my cell phone on the floor. “I’ll… call a Uber. I’m fineee.” I slur. I reach down to retrieve my cell phone, and the world spins.
I feel like I’m floating.
There is a face in my face. Why is there a face in my… oh wait, I’m being carried? I know this guy. How do I know this guy?
“Where do you live, Renee?” the guy says.
His hair is nice. I wonder if he would be angry if I pull it.
“Ok, exactly, where on Basset Street?”
“Riiight there.” I point, but my hand is moving too much. I feel sick.
“Number 22, no, 23”
The next morning, I awake to 6 missed calls and 10 text messages from my co-workers, Mitchell and Tarren. Stumbling to the kitchen, I assure them both, that I made it home safely before sliding onto a barstool next to Kelsa. She drowns me in coffee and lectures me on my behavior.
My head is throbbing. I wish she would stop yelling. Kelsa may be crazy as hell, but she’s quick to call me out on my shit when needed. In this case, I deserve it. She’s definitely right about this situation.
“I know. I know, I’m so embarrassed, Kelsa.”
“That was fucking stupid! The asshole was right, anything could have happened.”
“Yes, the good Samaritan asshole who brought you home last night.” She says, brows creased.
I sigh, and shake my head.
“Stupid Tom. I went to get my necklace and I was so hurt when I left.”
“Seriously, I don’t know why you let it get so deep with him. I told you that shit was for the birds. We are young, sexy, and independent women. We should be out fucking life, not letting life fuck us.” Kelsa says.
I roll my eyes.
“Anyways, the asshole left his phone. We are meeting him at the coffee bar on the corner in 10 minutes.”
“We?” I ask, looking at her.
“Uh. I’m not going by myself. This is your crazy mess… Plus, I kind of cursed at him and kicked him out last night, so….”
“He was an asshole!”
We walk slowly down the sidewalk. The cars all sound like dump trucks as they pass us by. My feet feel like lead, and my arms are too heavy to move. Damn, I hate hangovers, even the sun sucks right now.
“So, now will you listen to me? Say fuck love and keep it all simple. It’s so much better this way.” She shrugs. I know she’s trying to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.
I feel like total shit, decimated, fucking destroyed, but I will never stop wanting to find the one.
“I don’t understand how you do it, Kelz. You meet great guys, but when they get too close, you run. What if you’re walking away from your perfect guy?”
“Eh.” she shrugs again, and slows to allow a woman pushing a stroller to pass us.
“If the relationship doesn’t make me feel bright, excited, and alive, then what’s the point? Sex, kissing… everything is better with love. What’s the point in living lukewarm? I want to live on fire.”
“Yeah, or die aflame.”
“Did that already, I crashed and burned, but I still want to find the one… one day.”
“Even with the shit you’re going through, you still want to open yourself up for that drama again?”
“One day… yeah.”
Kelsa shakes her head and opens the door to the coffee shop. Hmm… I’m surprised to actually feel hungry; it has to be the smell of muffins, mixed with the fresh brewed coffee.
“Well, maybe this guy is it. You’ve seen the movies, a knight in shining armor and all that crap.”
“The asshole. He carried you in like fucking Prince Charming. I actually thought he was cute, two seconds before he opened his mouth.” She nudges, pointing at a guy walking toward us.
His eyes are downcast, and my stomach drops. I lose all words, as I watch Kelsa hand the ASSHOLE, who Tom cheated on me with, his cell phone.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Note from Ava: Hey Love. I hope you had as much fun reading this intro story as I had writing it. Both Kelsa and Renee will be present throughout the rest of this series. Shit gets crazy really quickly, but I promise you will have fun. First up is Kelsa story. She gets herself in a crazy situation with a sexy coworker she finds really hard to resist. Even though the relationship is forbidden and there’s so much at stake, she can’t seem to walk away. If you want to see what happens when flirting gets dirty and find out more about Renee and her asshole ex-boyfriend, grab Dirty Flirting: Part One on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.
For funsies, I’ve added an excerpt of Dirty Flirting Part One along with this intro story.
Why in the hell didn’t she tell me?
“WHY IN THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” I ask.
Renee falls heavily onto the couch as I close the front door of our flat.
“You know…” she shrugs and grabs a bottle of painkillers from the coffee table “…it’s embarrassing… Bad enough he cheated on me, then to add in the fact that it was with a guy.” She slumps back on the couch. I look at her full of question and watch as she takes a large drink of water, swallowing the pills.
I’m about to let the questions flow, but I choke when I notice the pain dancing in her expression. Tom is such a jackass and, regardless of all the juicy details, she shouldn’t have to relive this shit on my account. She quickly grabs the remote and squints at the TV. Her foot taps as she blows out a hard breath and runs her fingers through her toffee colored hair, anxiously trying not to cry. The need to hug her clinches my chest as tears begin to pool in her honey brown eyes and roll down her face.
“Sweetie…” I bring my hand to rest on hers, easing her death grip on the remote.
“Tom is losing out on the best person in the world. The very best!” She sniffles and nods. “This will pass, and you will see that you are better off.” I give her a warm smile before hugging her.
She bites her bottom lip and continues to nod, causing her silent tears to splash from her chin and on to her gray sweater.
“Thank you,” she says, blowing out a shaky breath.
“… And I hope his balls fall off,” I add.
She forces a chuckle. “I’m done crying over him, I really am, but I just wasn’t prepared to see Marco again.”
“Well. You gave him hell. Good slap by the way. Ten points.” I smile.
Once Renee realized the asshole we were meeting was the very guy her dick of a boyfriend cheated on her with, she immediately stormed out of the coffee shop. He quickly brushed past me and followed behind her. Once outside, he pulled her to the side and began frantically apologizing. I watched as the look in her eyes went from ‘I-can’t-believe-this-shit’ to ‘I’m-about-to-lose-my-shit’ pretty quickly, and I desperately tried to decode his rushed words. Eventually, I was able to put the pieces together, but by the time understanding resonated, he was holding his face and she was stomping down the street.
“I can’t believe he had the nerve to ask me to take Tom back,” she says.
“Yea, that was totally unexpected.” I say.
Her eyes glaze over as she shakes her head. “We were all friends, and Marco’s fiancée, Lillian, and I really bonded. Every now and then, the four of us would all hang out, we’d watch a game or go out for dinner. Then Tom started pushing me to hang out with Lillian alone, claiming she needed more girlfriends. That’s why we started going shopping on Sundays.” I nod remembering all the bags she’d bring home Sunday evenings.
She wipes tears from her chin and continues. “This day in particular, she wasn’t feeling great so we cut our shopping trip short. When we got back to the apartment building, she went home and asked me to send Marco home. The guys were supposed to be watching football. I walked in, found an empty living room and Marco getting ass banged in the kitchen.” My eyes widen, and I swallow hard.
“Damn,” I say.
She shrugs. “Just couldn’t bring myself to tell you… I mean, who wants to be known as the girl who turned her boyfriend gay?”
“What?! Babe, that’s not a thing,” I say, with a creased brow.
“I know that, of course, but it’s a big ego killer, ya know? I will now, and forever, be known as ‘Renee, the girl whose cooch makes men never want a cooch again.'”
My phone rings in the distance and I stand, laughing. “That’s so not a thing,” I repeat in a sing-song tune and follow the sound my buzzing phone.
“I don’t know,” she says, defeated.
“People are who they are. You can’t turn them into something they’re not.” I chuckle and spot my phone on the kitchen counter. “He was either already bisexual and didn’t know it, which is doubtful, or he didn’t tell you. Either way, I’m really sorry you had to go through that.” I give her a sad smile and grab my phone.
As I cycle through my missed texts, I notice one from the huge mistake named Rob I made last night.
ROB: Kelsa. Last night… damn, I can’t wait to see you again.
Ugh. Sorry, I most definitely will not be seeing you again. Renee catches the disgusted look on my face and frowns.
“What is it?”
“It’s Rob, the guy I hooked up with last night.”
“Aww,” she says, “that bad?”
“It was awful.” I fall onto the couch next to her as the teal blue rug, the one she insisted we buy, rolls under my feet. “He fumbled… drooled.” My face turns sour.
“What do you mean he drooled?!” She laughs.
“His kisses were so wet and gross. I had to pretend I had the sniffles so he wouldn’t kiss me again.”
“Oh god, Kelsa!” Renee says, throwing her head back in hysterics.
“I should have just pulled out Purple Paul and told his ass to kick rocks.” I shake off the memory of his nasty kiss and imagine how he would have reacted if I had, indeed, pulled out Purple Paul, my vibrator. He probably wouldn’t know what the hell to do with that either.
“So, did you kick him out?”
“No.” I smile. “His mouth wasn’t a complete loss.”
She nods. “Nice.”
This makes the third hookup in a row that has turned to shit. Don’t get the wrong idea, I don’t just hook up with anybody. I have to be enticed, interested. If this was just a guy from the bar or something, I wouldn’t have had any expectations. Rob is a guy I’ve sort of known for a while, we ride the train together in the morning for work. He’s charming and built like a damn statue, with the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.
We had been in this fucking insane flirty dance for months, but I would never agree to hang out with him. My fear was, if it didn’t work out, I still would have to see him every day. Well, as luck would have it, the company I worked for, Martin Corp, did a merger with EDG Marketing last month and we changed locations. For the next three weeks, Martin Corp’s twenty-three employees will be learning to do things ‘The EDG Way’. Since this will all take place at EDG, this gave me all the room I wanted to take sexy Rob, and his perfect ass, up on his date offer because that meant… new train. We caught a movie, had dinner and drinks; it started off great. His arms were strong as we danced, and the way he touched me had me aching to climb up his body. I was convinced I had finally found someone to end this horrible fucking spell of bad hookups.
Clearly, I was wrong.
I open Rob’s text, respond with some crap about having a full load this week, blowing him off. Renee hits play on the remote, and we spend the rest of our Sunday binge watching the first season of The Walking Dead.
The next two weeks seem to move in slow motion. Having to sit through endless training meetings and piles of paperwork at EDG has me basically running out of the building each day. The only good thing is drooling Rob has finally backed off.
I prefer to keep my hookups simple, with clean exits and no bullshit. Past experiences have taught me to be upfront about this with the guys I date. This way there are no surprises, and hopefully, no hurt feelings when things dissolve. Love is powerful, and I believe in it wholeheartedly, but it’s not something I’m ready to jump into anytime soon. It can turn the most sane person crazy, and make even the good guys turn ugly. I grew up close to Tybee Beach, Georgia with my parents, twin brother, Cameron, and our younger brother, Chris. Our parents are amazing and have always shown us a good example of true love. Personally though, I have never been in love and, despite my parents’ TV like romance, the thought kind of terrifies me. Being that open and vulnerable to something that powerful is daunting, especially when you don’t know which end you’ll come out on. Love can be beautiful, but it can also make you want to blow your head off.
I tighten the belt of my trench coat and step off the train and onto the platform as I head back to EDG for the final week of training. The cold air bites my flesh the moment I make it above ground. Everything is alive, even in the frigid air; it’s what I love the most about New York City.
I fall in line with the crowds of people making their way to work, with cups of steaming coffee and napkin covered bagels. My heels knock against the cold ground with a steady rhythm, and just as make it to the lobby of EDG, the first snowflake falls.
The building is warm, and in contrast to the freezing temperatures outside, feels like heaven. Sunlight bleeds through the large windows and bounces off the soft yellow walls, making the room appear brighter. A long cream rug lies in front of a large receptionist’s desk where a smiling receptionist stands waiting to greet me. EDG’s logo is placed right above her with the company name, Edging Direct Global Marketing, in a bold font. I wave a quick hello and make my way down the hall.
“Hi, Kelsa,” Mila says with a smile as I enter a large conference room. Steven, the flop sweat wielding manager from EDG Human Resource department, is standing at the head of the large table in front of a flat screen. At the end of the table, four manila envelopes lie next to each other in a neat row. Standing next to Steven is Patrick Marsh, one of EGD’s Chief Marketing Managers. I slide into the leather office chair closest to Mila, and frown because I was hoping we heard the last of Steven’s long ass speeches on Friday.
“Fuck,” I mouth silently so only Mila could see. She looks from Steven and back, then snorts. I reach down and grab my laptop whilst the room begins to fill with thuds and chatter, as the other employees enter and get situated at the table. My computer powers on, and I immediately receive a private message from Mila.
Mila Davis: I guess we get Steven for another week.
Kelsa Phillips: God. Just shoot me already!
Mila Davis: Haha. Doesn’t he remind you of the monotone guy from the Clear Eyes commercials?
Kelsa Phillips: YES! It’s so horrible. I swear if he starts talking about his cat again today, I’m going to throw my laptop at his head. I swear!
She snorts again, and Steven clears his throat preparing to speak.
“Good morning, everyone,” Steven says. “Last week we covered many topics that will affect you as employees during this merger.”
My eyes move from Steven to my other colleagues, as I notice the annoyance grow on their faces.
“Fortunately, we are done with my portion, so I am handing over the remainder of your training to Mr. Marsh as you receive your detailed job placements.”
He steps aside, and Mr. Marsh takes his place at the front of the room. I smile just as a new message materializes from Mila.
Mila Davis: Ha! There is a God.
Kelsa Preston: Yes.
Mila Davis: Oooo, looks like lover boy is running late today.
My eyes move from the screen over to the empty chair Drexel Adams sat in yesterday, then to the walking piece of man candy making his way to said chair.
He seats himself and begins getting situated in our meeting. His eyes swipe in my direction after he opens his laptop, and he smiles. This, of course, causes butterflies to attack my insides. I don’t usually get thrown by men but, for some reason, Drexel is different, and it annoys the hell out of me that I can’t control my responses to him. I tug at my black blazer, push my blonde hair behind my ear, and straighten myself.
Drex and I have known each other for a while, and have worked closely together many times, assisting in presentations with some of Martin’s top executives. We’d work hard to absorb as much information as possible and there have even been a few times that our input helped to land the deal. I smile back then type a response to Mila.
Kelsa Preston: He could be running any damn way he wants as long as he continues to look that yummy.
Mila chuckles, and she reaches in her bag for a pen. Her long black hair covers her face as she tilts, causing her to have to brush it aside. Mila is the only person besides Renee who knows about my annoying crush. Drexel’s looks screams sultry. His sandy brown hair, intense green eyes, broad shoulders and hard body is what does it for most of the women at the office. For me, I mean, fuck yeah he’s hot, but his strong business mind has driven him to a crazy sexy height in my eyes. It may also be the fact that he’s totally off-limits. Classic case of wanting what you can’t have.
With all the time we’ve spent together, Drex and I have become friends pretty quickly. Well, we aren’t friends in the traditional sense, and even though he doesn’t know about my stupid crush, it’s no secret that we are attracted to each other. The great thing is we both share a practical mindset and agree that ‘work relations’ are a horrible idea. Besides some harmless flirting, we never cross any lines we can’t back out of.
Mr. Marsh stands tall and addresses us carefully. “Here at EDG we do things differently than some. I realize the type of accounts you’re most familiar with are a limited to branding and digital marketing. At EDG, we handle diverse types of accounts with varying budgets. We assign teams in different areas of marketing to handle the various needs of each client so that we are providing the best and most responsive experience. All of you know which area you will be placed in, and we will determine the details of each of your positions this week. Each department has teams of talented executives, assistants and researchers who will connect with clients and prepare presentations. The team in which you’re placed to work is in direct connection to the types and sizes of accounts you will be working with. That being said, as the newest members of our company, we’d like to give everyone an equal opportunity to show us your best. We want everyone to break into groups, and depending on your interested area of marketing, you will be assigned a ‘faux’ client and will be expected to work together to create a presentation for said client by Monday morning. A member of the EDG team will sit in on each group’s meetings to evaluate everyone in the group throughout this process. After all pitches are presented, you will get your assignment. Good luck.”
Mila smiles brightly. “This is awesome,” she says. “Finally, a true opportunity to prove my worth.”
“You’re right.” I beam.
This could be huge. During the merger, my worries had been that all of my efforts at Martin’s would be lost. I was one of the top employees at my level there, but EDG is a mega corp. I was so afraid I’d become just another name on a file and stuffed away in a cubicle, but this is my chance; it’s everyone’s chance. Scanning the faces of my co-workers, I can almost feel the excitement as it passes from person to person. Finally, my eyes stop on Drexel’s, and the butterflies begin to dance again. I already know we’ll be working together. He bleeds advertising just as I do. Holding his gaze this time, I return his smile, silently preparing myself for everything this week has in store.
“My Shear Ecstasy… Let us take you to pleasure,” Carl says, reading the assignment to our small group. Drexel and I ended up in a group of six. The conference room we are using is a mini version of the one we just left.
“It’s a sheep skin condom company. We have to come up with an advertising strategy to help them break into the urban markets.” He reaches down and retrieves a box from the floor that contains many of the company’s popular items.
A load of confidence floods through me. I know this space. A few of the client meetings that Drexel and I have assisted on have been in sex related industries. Multiple sex toys and BDSM product companies have come to Martin’s for help. But sitting in a room full of dildos and blindfolds can cause an innocent attraction between co-workers to smolder into something close to torture, no matter how professional the environment. We had to get used to pitching some crazy sexual ideas to each other and having sex-themed conversations. Drex is sinfully flirty, and he gets a kick out of making me blush. With his dirty mouth and my stubbornness, we turned our banter into something like a game early on, but it’s now full out war. There is only one rule to this game: the dirtier the better. If you get flustered, you lose.
A smirk plays on his lips after Carl finishes presenting the details of our assignment. We spend the next few hours pitching ideas on ways to bring brand awareness to the company and their products.
At noon, we break for lunch. I agreed to meet up with Mila, but since her group isn’t breaking for another fifteen minutes, I hang back while everyone leaves. Drexel notices and slides in next to me.
“Come have lunch with me, Kels,” he says, watching the last of our group members leave the room.
“Can’t, I’m meeting Mila in a bit.”
He nods, and his eyes fall to the scattered paperwork lying on the table. “So, condoms again?” he asks.
“I know, right.” I try hard to ignore how great he smells and these stupid butterflies.
“I think the cosmos are trying to tell us something.”
“And what’s that?”
A playful, but mischievous, gleam plays in his eyes. “That this week, I can give up trying to imagine what it would be like to bend you over that table.”
I smile. “Yea… Well…” I try to respond, but my throat has completely run dry.
A big grin spreads on his lips as he watches me hesitate. “Oh, come on, Kels, That wasn’t even that dirty.” He chuckles.
Holy shit… breathe.
“You just caught me off guard.”
His phone chimes before he gets a chance to respond, and he looks down at the screen.
“Well, a few of us are getting together for lunch. We haven’t decided where yet, but text me if you and Mila want to meet up.”
“Sure thing.” I say as he backs away toward the door.
“Unless you prefer that we stay here with the sheep skin condoms?”
I laugh, and hit him with a ball of scrap paper just before he disappears around the corner. I’m still shaking my head when my phone chimes with a message from Mila telling me she’s ready. I make it into the hall just as Drexel is entering the elevator and he holds the door for me.
The elevator door slides to a close, and I feel prickly all over. The constant flirty banter we carry on is great… when we have a room of space I can absorb myself in. But being in such close quarters with him makes it hard to ignore the way he affects me.
I slap the “G’ button, and the elevator begins its slow descent from the twelfth floor.
“So, did you wear that dress for me?” He grins playfully.
“I did, I knew you’d love it.” I smile and decide take the only upper hand I can. I slide a little closer to him, and his eyes fall down my body briefly before he meets my gaze.
“So damn tempting,” he says in a low tone. “In fact, I may have to find an empty office and show you what happens when you tempt me.”
“Oh really? What exactly would happen in that empty office?”
He chuckles, but his eyes darken. “Probably a lot more than you’re ready for.”
I clear my throat and ignore the tingling that’s rolling through my veins.
“Well, Drex…” I say, lowering my tone, “…if you like the dress, you’ll love what’s underneath.” He sets his jaw and holds my gaze.
“It’s a black thong…” I whisper, “… with a lace bra that holds, absolutely, nothing for the imagination.”
My heart races so fast that I’m worried he can hear it. I hold a strong poker face, and with only my eyes I tell him ‘your move’.
He looks away from my gaze and groans, allowing his head to fall back against the wall. The elevator dings as it slows to a stop on the ground floor.
“Fuck,” he says low and through gritted teeth. “You win.”
Smiling, I slide away from him as the door opens. He clears his throat and adjusts his tie as we both quickly step off the elevator and head in opposite directions.
I’ll show you what happens when you tempt me. He has no idea how much I’d love to find out.
My heart is still pounding as I cross the busy lobby and head across the street to meet Mila. The small chrome bell attached to the door rings the moment I push into the diner. Warmth and the smell of freshly baked bread welcomes me in from the icy air . I stomp the snow off my feet and scan the seating area for Mila. I find her sitting in the corner booth closest to the window. She smiles and nods to the extra cup of coffee she had poured for me.
“Shit, it’s cold out there,” I say as I slide into the booth across from her.
She gives me a knowing nod as she takes a sip of her coffee.
I wiggle out of my trench coat and wrap my hands around the cup to warm them.
“So, how are things going with your group?” I ask.
“Great, actually. We have to present research on the most effective types of ad campaigns, based on age and location, for the top three industries of EDG clients.”
“Oh.” I smile and take a sip of my coffee. “We’re doing condoms.”
Mila’s brow furrows as if she didn’t hear me correctly, then understanding dawns on her and we both laugh.
We spend a few minutes talking about work before ordering our lunch.
I’m about halfway through my soup and salad when the chrome bell chimes again. I look from my plate to the door, and notice it’s Drex. He doesn’t see me and Mila sitting in the corner booth. Stopping briefly, he begins typing into his phone with a grin. His green eyes are alight as he smiles at the phone, killing me with his sheer cuteness.
“You two should fuck already, you’re killing me,” Mila says. She had been telling me a story about her fiancé, Rick, but stopped short the moment she noticed what my gaze has attached itself to.
“I’m sorry.” I snap my eyes back to hers. “I’m listening.”
She chuckles. “Just do it already, Kels.”
“Not going to happen,” I say, quietly, even though it’s impossible for him to hear me.
“So, what then? Eye fuck him and flirt until you drive yourself crazy?”
My eyes shift from her back to him.
“Ugh. This crush is so stupid.” I huff, snapping my eyes away from him again.
“That’s why you fuck it out of your system. I know you think no one knows you’re crushing, but I’ve seen people take bets on when you two will give it up and get it on.” She smiles.
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