Behind the CEO

Chapter 8

"Jonathan!" Gabrielle exclaimed over the loud latest Future song. She had been watching the elevator doors since the Parkwood Halloween party began. She was in charge of the decorations and setting it all up, so she was the first one to arrive.

"I was starting to think that you weren't coming." Gabrielle told him directly in his ear as they stood closer than usual. The music wasn't loud enough that Gabrielle had to lean in so close but she took advantage of it.

Jonathan pulled back and smirked at her. His eyes begin to travel down to her breasts. Gabrielle's breast were pushed up, sitting in her tight fitting Cat Woman costume. He licked his lips as he admired her breasts. He hardly knew the woman outside of Parkwood, but he knew what he could do with her c cup sized breasts. It did not matter how big a woman's breasts were- as long as they were a B cup size and above, he was happy. He was truly a breasts man. While he loved ass, breasts were most satisfying to him.

It was the first time since she started trying to get him to notice her, that he showed a bit of interest. She was smiling widely on thee inside.

"Ohh, so you were waiting for me?" Jonathan questioned in a flirtatious tone, matching the smirk on her lips. She bashfully blushed like a sixteen year old girl.

"No," She rushed out. "I was just.." She paused, trying to find a way to plead her case. She had nothing to say about it, and she was okay with that. She wanted him to know that she was feeling him.

"Okay, I was waiting for you." She admitted with a smile.

"I'm flattered." Jonathan honestly replied. He smiled back at her.

"Nice costume." Jonathan added, allowing his eyes to explore the rest of her body.

"You like?" Gabrielle asked, already knowing the answer to his question. She saw his eyes light up as soon as he looked at her breast again. She just wanted him say it, especially since she wore the figure fitting her costume to get his attention. She took one step back and spun around, showing off her ass and thighs. Her body brushed his as she spun.

"I do." Jonathan smiled with a nod of his head. Finally, he looked up from her body and looked into her eyes.

"You want a drink?" Gabrielle asked. Jonathan drove himself, so drinking wasn't an option. He politely declined and briefly explained why he couldn't drink. As they made their way through the crowd of their coworkers, Jonathan scanned the party with his eyes. Of course the entire company didn't attend, but there were more people than Jonathan expected. They were all in costume, excluding him. Majority of them had a drink in their hand while they danced or held a conversation.

Jonathan noticed that the few desks that were on the floor were gone, creating more space to dance. It wasn't really dancing in his opinion. His coworkers were either drunk or being cautious of how they moved considering the company they work for. It was as if they were being professional but still trying to enjoy their Saturday night.

"Dance with me." She demanded softly with a smile once they made it to the middle. Jonathan was a bit hesitant. He wasn't much of a dancer. It was nothing for him to keep up with a simple two step. He knew that by her almost seductive tone that she knew how to dance and just might embarrass him.

Jonathan didn't get the chance to decline the dance offer, Gabrielle turned around and closed the small gap between them. She grabbed both of his hands and placed them on her hips. Just as Rihanna's Work featuring blared through the speakers, she started moving her hips to the beat. It was a simple hip roll, so he could handle that.

Although he felt odd about dancing so close in the workplace, he danced with Gabrielle. Drake's Controlla played right after Rihanna's Work. The song was kind of annoying to Jonathan but he liked the way Gabrielle's body moved to the beat. When the beat switched up, she turned around to face him. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jonathan knew that she was tipsy by that toothy smile. He also knew that she's been dying to be this close to him. His hands remained be his side while they smoothly two-stepped.