Over my dead body ~James Barnes~

Part 10

It is an important meeting. He was nervous about it for the past week. Maybe that's the reason he doesn't wanna go. Maybe he just wants to spend some time with Candace rather than a stupid meeting.

"Do you wanna go to my place? I wanna show you something." I ask while we're walking through the city. "We can order food."

"I would love that." He says and we walk towards his car.

After 20 minutes we arrive at my place and thank God i cleaned my house before i went away today. Although, i was afraid that Miles would still be there but luckily, he left short after i did this afternoon.

We walk inside and i toss my keys on the side table in the hallway.

"You're place smells great." He says, walking behind me to the Livingroom.

"Why thank you." i bring my shoulder to my cheek as I'm getting all red.

"Shall we order some food?" i ask as i lean back with my elbows on the kitchen counter.

"Yes Ma'am." He says and he steps closer to me and places his hands on each side on the counter.

"How late do you need to get back to work?" I tilt my head to the left and look at his lips real quick and then back to meet his eyes.

He's standing in between my legs... his face so close to mine.

"I'm not going anywhere."

He then comes closer, brushing his lips against the side of my head to grab something that lays behind me on the counter and pressing himself onto me.

While he tries to grab a phone from behind me he keeps pressing himself against me and i can't help but grabbing his waist automatically.

He knows what he's doing and he's enjoying every second of it. Not to mention, she makes him nervous too. Only the difference is that he's really good at hiding it. He wants to get his way with her so bad. To just grab her waist, turn her around and bent her over her own kitchen counter. Making her drip and leak all over her floor. For her to beg him to stop because he knows that she can't handle it.

"So are you going to order some food with that phone or are we gonna keep standing like this." I say which puts him out of his dirty thoughts. Maybe for the best.

After a while the food arrived, and we eat it in the kitchen. He sits on one of the highchairs while I'm sitting on the counter with my legs crossed.

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The way he always talks make my legs shake, I can't describe it, but his voice is so deep, but soft. Almost like he whispers so that only I can hear it. Not only his voice but the way he's always dressed nice in a suit... Always in a fucking suit. A blouse that's way too tight. His hair not too long but not too short . His hands covered in tattoos. God what a man.

"I'm not sure." He says to me while taking a full bite of his cheeseburger.

"Not sure about what?" I ask, taking a big sip of my coke.

"Not sure if I like your normal clothes more than your work clothes." And he grabs my cup out of my hand and takes a sip.

"You like my work uniform?" I say with a surprised look on my face.

He cleans his mouth with a tissue, and he stands up while I'm still sitting on the counter cross-legged.

"Well, I think it looks incredible sexy if you ask me." He says which makes me smile and I look down at my lap. he stands up and grab both of my legs and pulls them towards him which makes me slide to the edge of the counter.