In Too Deep

𝟛-𝔸 𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖

Tuesday arrives and I know my meeting with Marshall and Paul is about to happen. The meeting was scheduled for today at 1pm.

I've been contemplating taking the offer since Paul brought it up last week.

Taking on Marshall as a client is a huge job, with lots of curveballs, nothing I'm completely used to.

I think it would be good to take on some more challenges in my career.

Once I kiss Micheal goodbye and he wishes luck on my meeting, I make my way to work.

I'm the first one up in the conference room and I arrange my papers how I like across the table.

The papers I passed out were papers I needed both Marshall and Paul to sign if I was going to do this.

A few minutes later I see the shadows behind the frosted door. In walked Paul and Marshall.

The "hello's" and "how are you's" circle the room until we all sit down.

Paul is in the chair closest to me and Marshall leaned back in the one next to him.

"So, Did you get a chance to look over the proposal and such?" Paul asks.

"I did and I have my answer. It's a yes." I say.

"Thank you, Callie," Paul says.

"Yeah thanks," Marshall says, sitting back up in his chair.

"So the papers there are the contracts, and other papers with my firm and I, that I will need you to sign and look over as you wish. Just sign this paper for now then you can get the rest back to me." I explain to both Marshall and Paul, pointing out one of the papers.

I see Paul skim over it and say "Okay, Great."

Paul picks up two pens, giving one to Marshall, and signs his sheet of paper.

"Where do I sign again?"

"Let me show you," I say, getting up from my seat and walking over to Marshall.

I lean over placing my hand on Marshall's shoulder for support. I point to the blank line, "Here you sign,"

I feel his eyes look me up and down and I look to him, he quickly turns his body and signs his name on the line.

"Thank you guys," I say standing back up and collecting the two papers from them, and walking back to my chair.

Paul pulls out a few sheets of paper and he asks me to sign them. I skim through it and sign my name on each sheet.

I Look up and I see Marshall looking at me, but when he sees that I saw him, he quickly looks away.

"Well I think that's it." I say gathering my papers and putting them into my folder.

"Perfect," Paul says as he stands up.

I stand up and Marshall does the same.

Paul reaches his hand out for me to shake, and I do.

Marshall does the same, shaking my hand and holding it for a second, then letting go.

"We'll see you later," says Paul.

They walk out of the room and I follow.

"Hey Callie, is there a bathroom around here?"

"Yeah I'll show you follow me." I tell him.

"Alright Paul, I'll meet you downstairs."

Paul nods back and I lead Marshall to the bathroom.

"Here it is," I say pointing to the bathroom door.

He doesn't go in, but he approaches me. I look up at him and he looks down at me. You can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

I slightly gulp from nervousness.

He steps closer, pulls me in by my arm, and kisses me hard. I hesitate and don't kiss back, but then I give in.

He breathes in through his nose hard and loud.

This is wrong.

No.

This can't happen.

I push him away by his chest.

"What was that?" I ask.

"A kiss?"

"Obviously. Why would you do that, you know I'm married. And don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, but you came onto me." Says Marshall.

"No..How..When?"

"When you fuckin leaned on me in the conference room."

"I was showing you where to sign dipshit."

"Whatever then, I took that the wrong way. But you kissed back."

"No I didn't," I refuse.

"Alright. Keep lying to yourself then."

I roll my eyes, "Are you using the bathroom or not?"

"Nah I'm good. Bye Callie." He says walking back to the elevators.

What the hell was that?

Did he think I was flirting?

Was I?

I have no fucking clue. I don't think I was.

I lick my lips and lean against my desk.

He tasted good, shit, this isn't who I am. I'm no cheater.

But I think I liked it, you know, being grabbed and kissed roughly.

This won't and can't happen ever again......Right?