Maybe It's Destiny

Chapter 12

Mr. Scott gestures me to sit at his desk. I climb onto the chair and pull myself closer to the desk. I feel silly feeling my feet not touching the floor. A few papers lay out in front of me. I skim over the one closest to me.
'Consenting to future use of these documents. Agreement to be 100% honest while evaluating.'
I sign it quickly before looking at the next paper. Mr. Scott hovers over me, setting his hands on the desk, trapping me.
"There are two different formats. This is an example of a report sheet you fill out. It should help guide you." He explains. The heat radiating off of his body burns mine. " Another is like an essay format. Free style with no limitations. This way is preferred but not mandatory." I glance at both examples. "You also aren't going to be nit picking everything."
"Is there a goal? As to amount of qualities over things that need improvement? " I ask lightly.
"No. Major things that may be daily things. The strongest attributes that seem important to the position and company. Then major flaws if you can. In there add how he runs the show and what he may teach you. How clear he is." He rambles. "I have faith in you."
"Are you sure I'm the right person for this?" I ask. "Why me? Will he know?"
"Not unless you tell him." He nearly whispers in my ear. I tense almost shivering. Get a grip, Rosie. "You're there to observe him. You're honest and that's what we need."
"O-Okay." I say shakily. Why am I feeling like this? I'm not use to any of this, and I already know that. Will is breaking me out of my shell but this attention is still something to get use to. It doesn't help that Darrin is attractive. Will is just more perfect and down to earth. He's kind and gentle and so good in bed. So dreamy caring and I just love... it. Oh, I should be ashamed! A throat clears making me look up.
"Am I interrupting something?" Will asks, his expression hard.
"Not at all." Mr. Scott say s standing. "Just getting Ro- Ms. Bernard's signature so she can teach harassment alone if needed. You know how the union gets." He's a good liar. Guilt runs through me. I stand up. I don't want to lie to him... but the evaluation.
"Thank you again, Mr. Scott." I thank.
"Any questions at all, don't hesitate reaching out." He says. I make my way to the door.
"Rosie, I'll go down with you." Will stops me. "Darrin, Kennedy Ross sent me an email. He wants to set up a meeting next week."
"Thank you." Mr. Scott says. Will and I leave the office. I feel so guilty. Will doesn't say anything. I'm just in my head. What if he knows something's up? What if Jane told him my assignment? No, she would never. The ride down in silent. Is he mad? He would have spoken to me... right? Say something Rosie!
"Uh." Oh yeah. That doesn't sound bad at all!
"I thought he was just seeing how you were?" He states stopping outside of my office.
"Yeah." I say. He waits for more. "He did. I guess he wanted me to be qualified? You said so yourself, god for bid you're out." He knows I'm lying! After a moment he sighs.
"And that's it?" He asks. I frown.
"Yes." I say. "What's wrong?" He definatly knows.
"Just not what I expected to walk into." He states lowly. He glances around the gestures me into my office. I walk in followed by hum. He closes the door.
"He asked me to stop by to sign as soon as I came in to get it out of the way. He is a busy man. " I explain. In a blink of an eye he lightly grabs my neck and pulls me to him, gaining a gasp. His lustful eyes search mine. His scent intoxicates me. He leans in and runs his nose up my neck. My core stirs.
"Then why was he so close to you?" He whispers in to my ear. I shiver placing my hand on his wrist.
"I-I don't know." I respond. My hips meet my desk, his growing erection pressing against me. I grab the hand around my neck and squeeze, signaling to tighten his grip.
"My Rosie." He hums looking into my eyes again. His free hand runs over my ass grabbing it playfully. He pushes against me again, gaining another gasp. I beg with my eyes for more. He releases my throat, his hand wondering around my body. I look down as he pulls away slightly so his hand can cup my sex. I bite my lip. His other hand grabs my hair, lightly tugging it to look up at him again. I moan. His lips lay centimeters from mine. "Tell me that you're mine." I shiver as his hand presses against my clit. His fingers tease me over my shirt. I can't focus. "Tell me." His hand finds its way under the skirt and panties. His fingers massage my clit slowly. I moan out. I open my legs a little wider as he slides me to sit on my desk. He strums me, our eye contact not breaking. I squirm under the building pressure. He pulls away form me suddenly making me whimper and protest. He pushes my skirt up and grabs my panties, viciously pulling them off. The next second his mouth is attacking me. I scream out grabbing his hair. "Shh, my sweet Rosie. I can't do this if you're too loud." He's right. He runs his tongue over my clit before his lips surround it. I bite my lip trying to not make any noises as an orgasm approaches.
"Will." I whimper quietly. He puts a finger against my clit as his tongue moves down to my entrance . I close my eyes trying to contain my excitement. "Fuck." His tongue pushes into my as he expectedly as he draws out my orgasm. His fingers show no mercy as he strums me fiercely. His free hand squeezes my thigh harshly. I love it all. His mouth continues his primal attack. "Will... I need you."
"Mm." He moans against me. He brings me to a heart stopping orgasm. Slowly, he stands up licking his swollen lips. He unbuttons his pants, letting them fall. He pushes me to lay down and grabs my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of my desk. I lift my head seeing his cock out and ready. He rubs the tip down my slit, my juices coating him. I reach down to guide him in. Grabbing my wrist, he stops me. His slick tip glides over my clit, teasing me.
"Will, please." I whine. " I need you in me!" He holds one of my thighs as he continues rubbing himself against me. I squirm.
"Tell me that you're mine." He says, his eyes holding mine. I bite my lip as he freezes at my entrance. This tease is unbearable. He kisses my knee and kisses down my thigh as far as the position allowed him to go.
"Will." I beg defeated.
"Tell me, Rosie." He groans into my flesh before nipping it.
"I'm yours!" I gasp desperately. With one last bite, he shoves himself into me. His lips meet mine capturing my moan. His fingers dig into my thighs. With each thrust I can't help but to groan against him.
"Fuck, you're so tight, My sweet Rosie" He hums. I bring my hand to my mouth and bite it as an attempt to muffle my cries. "So beautiful." He releases a thigh and snakes a hand up to my throat.
"Yes Will!" I cry out. His hips repeatedly hit mine as he buries himself deep into me. An orgasm rips through me, His lips attack the skin on my neck above his hand. HE kisses up to my ear. I hear things start to rattle on my desk. Are we being loud?
"SO wet for me, Sweetheart." He groans into my ear. "Rosie, I'm so close." I grab a fist full of hi hair and bring him closer to me. I burry my face into his neck. He releases my throat and holds me to him as his thrusts get more rushed. I wrap my legs around his bent torso.
"I'm going to come again." I mumble against his neck feeling an orgasm surface. MY body trembles as he moans into my ear. He hugs me tighter his tip bumping into my cervix. I gas out not caring if anyone hears us. His hips stop, my orgasm shattering through me. He pulls his hips back, hot spurts decorating the outside of my pussy.
"Rosie." He moans. I try to catch my breath. His head lifts, letting his lips meet mine. I sigh against his mouth. "Still on for shopping later?"
"Of course!"
Later that day I find myself standing in the middle of a store with Will.
"Holy shirts." I whisper more to myself. Every color, fit, and material you could ever imagine was in front of my eyes.
"We re never going to find 'the one'" Will states.
"At least we know the style of dress shirts you like. We'll go from there." I beam. "Unless you want t o spice it up for the occasion."
"I'll spice you up." He whispers wrapping his arms around me. I laugh and push him away. We begin our journey. I mentally cringe at the silky shirts. They really don't look good with suits. Sue me. I'm lucky Will doesn't try to rock it. I stare at Will, my mind wandering to the evaluation. I don't know why Mr. Scott thinks it's a god idea if I do it. I glance down. What am I supposed to do? I'm so lo- like struck over this guy. I could never find flaws. "I found it!" I look over to him. He grins holding a shirt against him.