Andrew's POV
"You see these", Antony points to the screen of his computer. The excitement of having his boss's attention is evident in his voice. Wouldn't do him any good knowing I'm here, wasting my time, only waiting for a certain blonde to arrive.
She usually arrives around eight each morning. I hang here close to Antony's desk simply because it is close to the elevator.
I couldn't care less about his orchids.
"It's a rare species, it requires a different treatment than the other one I showed you before".
Yeah, yeah, right...
Ding.
My head lifts, eager, to watch Kelsey and other employees leaving the elevator.
She is wearing a red skirt and the idea of her professional clothes only screams sex in MY office.
My dick is flash-hard reminding her bent over her kitchen counter, imagining it on my desk. Fuck.
I should've known it would be hard, hard is being a constant lately.
Anyhow seeing her every day without touching her still is better than not seeing her at all.
My eyes find her with ease. Each time she is walking between meetings, following Jeremy. I know the dude is old, happily married, and all shit combined. Yet I can't avoid being jealous of him, having her by his side the entire day.
I won't deny she was hot in the shorts and jeans I used the see her in but is like she has grown up into a woman in a couple of weeks. Simply because she is now wearing formal clothes.
I go to my office, dealing with paperwork, some phone calls and every detail for tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
I know something will go wrong, something always goes wrong when my father is here.
We should have a couple of weeks more before his arrival.
The conversation with grandma still lingers in my head. My father will be doing a health check-up since grandma and grandfather's heart problems are genetic. It must be the reason why he advanced his arrival.
She insisted I do it as well, to be sure. But I'm not sure.
I'm earlier in the meeting room, raising my eyes from some reports when Jeremy enters followed by Kelsey. Her cheeks get slightly red when my eyes meet hers.
Red is indeed my favorite color.
Sometimes, I wonder if she does some things on purpose, to taunt me and tease me and I hope she does.
The way she walks with her skirt hugging her curves should be illegal. At least in the office it should, she could do it any time in my room though.
Jeremy is presenting their financial study with her on his side. And is challenging to care about what he is saying.
I watch her smiling eyes and cheeks, and then her eyes are on me. And like yesterday, I distinguish a need in them. I bet mine are screaming the same. Her innocent and flushed face doesn't fool me a bit. I bet money she is imagining us doing in here. Her naughty mind craves for me to devour her. I smirk when she adjusts herself on the chair confirming it. God helps me is all I want to do right now.
I do both of us a favor and take my eyes off her, the moment I notice all eyes are on me.
Fuck, I haven't heard a word he said.
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Finding myself (18+)
RomansThis is the sequel of Discovering Myself (https://www.wattpad.com/story/237094996-discovering-myself-18%2B). This work is intended for an 18+ audience.
