Yes, Mr. Barnes. // Bucky Barnes X Reader

FIVE

The clock was nearing 5 as you managed to squeeze through the last two files on your desk. You managed to go through and finish all 15 files that were given to you that morning with 15 minutes to spare of your shift. You kept your head buried in the files as you struggled to keep your mind from floating to James. You dreaded finishing them though, knowing you'd have to give them to him.

You couldn't get him out of your head. His strong hands against your back as he led you out of the restaurant earlier were all you could think about; more of how they would feel in other places.

You sighed as you gathered the files from your desk, carrying them in your arms. You walked past Wanda's desk and knocked on his door. You heard a muffled "come in" from the other side. You pushed out the door with your free hand

His cerulean eyes bore into yours as he clenched his jaw from behind his desk. You stood with the files, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You couldn't stop thinking about your time at lunch with him. He made you strangely nervous, but in a good way.

You stepped forward slowly, feeling his gaze on you as you leaned down slightly, placing the files on his desk. You noticed James was acting a little different from your time together during lunch. For the past 4 hours, all he could do was think about you. Underneath him in his bed, leaned over his desk as you screamed his name. He couldn't get the feral thoughts of you out of his head.

Unfortunately, you were thinking the same. You knew you shouldn't get involved with him, but that was difficult seeing as how easy it was to open up to him. You weren't expecting to basically tell him about your abusive husband after 10 minutes together in a restaurant.

You straightened out your skirt before looking at him from the other side of his desk. "Anything else, Mr. Barnes?" You asked, folding your hands together in front of you.

He shook his head, keeping his gaze on you. His eyes squinted slightly as he leaned back in his office chair, his eyes scaling over your form. You dropped your head as your cheeks grew red.

James wanted you to know he found you attractive; taking you out to lunch was a different lead for him. Usually, it was seducing them in his office, the parking lot, the stairwell; anywhere he was sure they wouldn't get caught. While it was inappropriate, James didn't care. It was his company, he could do what he wanted, with whom he wanted. He could suffer the consequences later, and even then, he had enough lawyers and enough money in his pockets to skew the allegations for the tabloids.

He stood up, slowly walking around you. You didn't turn around to watch him, but you could hear the door of his office lock. He walked back over to his desk, letting his hand gently reach out to you, grazing over your waist as he walked past.

"Do I make you nervous, Y/N?" He asked, licking his lips. He leaned forward slightly, looking up to see your face, splotched in red from your blushing.

"Yes." You looked back at him, finding a smirk on his face. You mentally rolled your eyes, knowing he was teasing you. Even though you hadn't been working at the firm long, you could tell he was a playboy. He always had a woman in his office, and she would often walk out of his office flustered, as he worked on his computer through files and emails.

"What can I do to make you calm down?" He crossed his arms, cocking his head to the side as he spoke. He walked back to his chair, keeping his stare on you as he sat down.

"I don't know." You lied. You knew very well what he could do. Little did you know, he was thinking the same dirty thoughts as you.

He chuckled, extending his arm and waving you closer to him. "Come here." You slowly walked around the desk, standing in front of him. He situated himself in his chair. He patted his thigh, a cheeky grin on his face. "Have a seat."