Untitled - For Now

Chapter 13

Stretching and breathing deeply, Kate slowly opened her eyes. Trying to focus on her surroundings, she very quickly realized she wasn't home in her bed. She looked around but stopped, eyes wide, when she took in the man beside her, sleeping peacefully. The sheet was draped over his hips, his hand resting over it. His morning wood showing beneath.

Slapping her head with her palm, she very carefully slithered out from under the sheet, careful not to wake up Namjoon. Quietly, she gathered her clothes and made her way to the bathroom, shutting the door with a gentle click.

HOW could she let this happen? She replayed last night's activities like a movie reel in her mind. Going with Lylah to the club. Meeting those good-looking guys. Making out with Alex. Then Namjoon. Namjoon going totally possessive on her. Even to the point of probably breaking Alex's nose. The sex afterwards. She closed her eyes, hands bracing the counter, and then opened them to look at herself in the mirror. How had things gotten to this point? How had she so completely disregarded all of her fears and anxieties and slept with her boss? Her boss!!!

She groaned, then immediately covered her mouth, hoping that didn't wake him up. Quickly she dressed and headed out of the bathroom, relieved to find him still asleep in the same position he had been. Heading out into the living room, she spotted her car keys on the kitchen table and grabbed them and her purse. Darting outside, she closed the door softly behind her. She located her car and drove it to her parking spot a couple of streets over. She ran inside her apartment and collapsed on the couch. Hand over her face, she groaned again. She really needed to get a grip. She needed to get her head together and avoid him as much as possible. She had to focus on her job because that was the most important thing right now. She needed the financial stability. She was one paycheck away from losing her apartment, so she couldn't afford to get fired. And continuing to sleep with the boss was a sure way to get there.

Standing up, she decided a hot shower would feel good. Stripping off her clothes once she got into her bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was very critical of her shape and weight and although she wasn't perfect, she was decent. Running helped her stay trim and although her stomach wasn't flat, it wasn't big either. Her butt was definitely her biggest asset (no pun intended) and she admitted to having a nice rack, too. Surely someone other than Namjoon would find her attractive. Like Alex.

She frowned as she stepped into the shower. The poor guy. She felt bad for him. Until she remembered his parting words. You can have her. I bet she's not even a good lay. She let the warm water cascade over her head and down her back. Not a good lay? Punk. His favorite – and only - position was probably missionary. Safe and boring just like him. But then that wasn't fair. She didn't really know him and he wasn't boring last night, that's for sure. If he fucked like he danced he would be nothing short of amazing.

Grabbing the loofah, she squirted some of the scented body wash onto it and worked it into a lather. As she began to rub it over her body, thoughts immediately went to Namjoon. The way he touched her, teased her and made her come unglued. She closed her eyes as memories of the night before washed over her. Although she had never experienced it before, having him in a dominant role was a complete turn on. The promises of potential punishment and not allowing her to move certain body parts were intoxicating. Just the thought of him restraining her while pounding into her was almost enough to make her come in the shower.

Her eyes flew open at the thought. What was she doing? She was supposed to be washing his scent and touch away with the sudsy water. Not almost getting off to memories. She shook her head in disgust, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.

Dressing with haste, she went out to the living room and dug in her purse for her cell phone. Maybe hanging out with Lylah would be a good way to get her mind off what happened last night. Once located, she lifted it out of the bag and frowned at the number of text messages from both her and Najmoon.