Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 33

EZRA

Three Days Later

When sitting in the conference room for a meeting about the new company in Utah, I begin to space out when I hear Eric yapping about the same shit he's been talking about for the last hour and a half. I look at everyone, including Rachel next to me whose writing everything that he's saying, leans towards her, "You know you don't have to write everything," I snap, and she rolls her eyes, "I know but I just don't want to forget anything," she says as continuing writing like the times of the meeting and shit.

I roll my head around as bored because I have known about the company for the last two years since I have worked here. When glancing up from my phone, I notice Henry staring at Rachel, little shithead; it wasn't around work employees, I would be tearing off of his head that has so much hair gel that you can probably cook breakfast then seeing his eyes are not just looking at Rachel, narrowing his eyes down her body. Fucking creep. I told her not to wear a low-cut top that you could see some of her cleavages, but her stubborn ass didn't listen; I l will show who she belongs to.

I pull out my phone;* Seeing you trying really hard to listen to him,  I'm really trying not to think about the color of your underwear. But I can't tell, so tell me the color?* I text her when smirking. Seconds later, she glanced at her phone, saw the text, turned to beat red, and started texting back.

*Not answering your question. We are in a meeting* she replies.

Fuck! Get a grip.

*Come one, it's just a question. Answer it, and I'll stop,* I beg and faking I will stop, but I won't, not with Henry still looking at her.

Rachel feels vibrant on her lap, looks back and forth between her phone and me.

She rolls her eyes when slightly smiling, *Fine, black*.

I smile as seeing it and her cheeks almost turning pink, which makes me wanna torture her more with a little more heat. I love how she turns pink and presses her legs so tightly to ignore the feeling under there.

*Want me to apply more pressure than you are already feeling right now down there?* as sending there, I can imagine us coming back to my office and pressing her against the dot or the window; I glare at her reading and replying *Meet you at your office?*.

I nod yes, "Rachel? Ezra? Are you guys listening?" Eric yells out with vein popping out of his jaw; we look at each other and smirk, "Sorry," we said simultaneously.

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An hour later, the meeting is finally fucking over, so I go to my office before Rachel walks over for our kind of meeting, my meeting with her body. I take off my jacket, roll up my sleeves and look outside the window to distract myself from the nerves. I don't know why I am so nervous; it's not the first time I have a girl in my office to  fuck, but Rachel is different from every girl in the office who is either plastic-looking or has a stick up their asses.

Moments later, there's a knock on my door, "Yes?" I answer; I look over my shoulder to notice Rachel standing by the door, holding many files and pressing them against her chest, "Hi," she nervously says as her hands begin to shake and she drops them. I quickly ran towards them, "Hi Raya," I greeted her, helped her with the files, and handed her them, "What are these for?".

She looks up, aggressively grabs the files from me, "Jade told me to give you these, I think there are for Utah. I don't know she didn't give full description," she says as shrugging her shoulders, stands up without looking at me; I place them on my desk, cuff my hands around her face, "What's wrong? Is it me?" I question her, "No. it's just stress," she admits in an exhausting tone.