If You Go Down, I Go Down With You

7am

We pull back up to my office and it's 7am. I was exhausted and we didn't even get a chance to finish our inventory. Now we had a meeting with our lowers at eight to go to.

"We can reschedule." James says as we walk into my office. "No. Stop babying me just because you saw me cry. I'll do the meeting then I'm going home, you're in charge for the rest of the day."

"I'm not babying you. I'm being a decent human being because you had a rough night and you didn't get an ounce of sleep. You killed five people you care about. That's enough to make anyone cry."

"Stop ducking reminding me I'm a murderer. I know that. I know I killed them. I was the one who fucking shot them. I don't even deserve to cry because I had a choice. I could've left them live."

"You and I both know that's not true. We know what would have happened if they lived. They'd go to the cops, and we would all be in jail right now. Were their lives worth putting the 40 other people behind bars?"

He was right. I knew he was right and I hated it. Sacrifice 40 lives including my own for 6 people who in the end weren't really worth sacrificing for.

"I hate you." I turn away from him and put my hands on my desk, holding it tightly, head down. I feel his hands on my waist and he presses himself against my ass. His lips hovering over my ear.

"You don't really. But you can keep telling yourself that." He drags his teeth along my ear softly, seductively. "James..." I don't even remember what i was going to say.

"I love it when you say my name like that. And you have no panties on still...I could bend you right over this desk and take you so easily."

Just as he starts to snake his hand up my dress there's a knock on the door. "Uhm. Sorry, Miss Ridley? Your layers here early. Should I?"

James backs up and takes his hands off me. I turn around and face Daryl. "Yes, send him up please." I was just going to pretend he didn't walk in on it. It wasn't his business anyway.

"Fuck. I'm a mess. I'm wearing the same close as yesterday, I have no panties on, I need to shower." James brushes my hair out of my face.

"Just keep your legs closed. A half an hour tops and you can go home." I pull away from him. I didn't like the way he acted so comfortable around me.

He acted like we were dating and I hated it. "Ok. Call your lawyer make sure he's on his way up."