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VI

JOSIE

MY HEELS CLICK AGAINST the floor, as I make my way toward my desk, only to see a blond haired clerk sitting in my seat, drinking coffee out of my mug. I chuckle a bit, feeling my heart nearly jumping out of my chest. Maybe I was actually fired, because of my rejection to my boss who so rudely entered my home without an invitation to return my purse back to me, two days ago.

I feel my rage seep out of my veins and onto the floor, as I make it toward the new one sitting at the newbie desk. Poor girl doesn't know she's going to be sitting there for the next 4 years. When I get to the desk, she looks up. 

"Where is Mr. Christ?" I ask, and she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms eyeing me. What the hell?

"Elijah is in a meeting," she says with an attitude. I frown, and scratch my head a bit.

"Do you know when he'll be done?" I ask, and she squints her eyes at me. I know I should be asking Kristen his goddamned secretary but right now, I'm too angry to even try and think rationally. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," she says, and I give her a look.

"You aren't entitled to know my name.

"As your boss, I am," she tells me, her face moisturised in smugness. 

I laugh at her. "My boss? You've been here for what?"—I look down at my watch for the dramatic effect—"a total of 20 seconds?"

She makes a face as if she's shocked. I grunt while walking away from her, just making sure there's an extra sway in my hips. I stop at the elevator and rethink all my life choices right now. Then I press the button and scan my employee card. I don't even think it'll allow me up on the 20th floor. 

Then when I enter the elevator and scan my card again, the monitor flashing me with a green light and the employee picture I took 4 years ago. I cringe and wait as I descend. 

When the elevator doors open again, I'm met with a bunch of people running around, looking more stressed than I think I have ever been in my entire life. I'm not even sure which one of them to ask for Elijah. I take a step, seeing a white marble counter, with a man sitting behind a computer screen.

"Excuse me, where is Mr. Christ's office?" I ask, to which he regards his computer screen, looking at me. I feel myself grow shyer by the look he's giving me. His hair is brown, and his eyes match his hair color, his lips red and plump.

"Who are you?" he smirks at me, getting up from his chair, only to realize he has to crane his neck to look up at me. I see embarrassment swipe across his face, and I don't wait a second before I reach for my keycard showing it to him. He gives me directions, and I don't waste a second before I'm storming through the white-oak door that apparently leads to his office.

A man is sitting on a chair in front of him, and I see as they both turn to meet my eyes, Elijah looking more amused than the other man.It does not stop me though. In a rage, I walk in, closing the door behind me, crossing my arms before my chest.

"Josephine?" Elijah asks, not even trying to hide the amusement that's dripping off of him.

"Continue. I can wait," I say, sending the man that's covered in tattoos a tight work smile.

"I thought this was a closed-door meeting?" the man asks, and I detect a heavy Russian accent lying across his English-spoken words. He doesn't sound very pleased. I feel a blush come upon my cheeks, as I catch Elijah's dark eyes on me before they swipe down my body. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip before his eyes turn back to the gentleman he is having a meeting with.

"I think we are through here," is all he says. The man swears in another language—Russian I suppose—before he violently pushes his chair back walking toward the door I'm standing in front of.

"Suka," I hear under his breath as he passes me. I don't pay much attention to it, as he slams the door behind him, leaving Elijah and I alone in his office. I suddenly become much more self-conscious, and I feel the room grow smaller, as I slowly make my way toward Elijah.

I take a deep breath, before I storm toward him, remembering the entire reason I came up here to begin with.

"How dare you!" I yell at him, putting my personalised keycard down on his desk.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Moore?" he beams, a dangerous smile on his lips.

"I know I shouldn't have crossed the boundaries I did, but firing me? That's a low blow, even for you, Mr. Christ. And here I was, taking you to be a man of honor, giving you way more credit that you ever could deserve. And I deeply apologise for what you had to see...the very same night, but I wish– no, I demand an explanation as to why there's a blond headed newbie in my seat drinking my coffee from my mug!"

Elijah still sits in his chair, looking up at me, and it is only now that I realise, under my very-well-understandable tantrum, that I've moved closer to him. With a serious look on his face, he sighs and stands up from the very comfortable-looking seat, coming so close to me, I forget how to breathe for a second.

Like in a waltz, we turn with one another, and slowly—without his hands having to even touch me—I'm the one sitting in the chair, looking up at him. He leans down over me, resting his hands on the armrests the chair holds, making me lean back into the chair.

"How noble of you to think I have honours to fulfil, Josephine."

With that, his lips are down on mine, tasting me. Shock flashes on my face, and I wait a second before I let the lust get to me. I open my mouth, allowing his tongue into my mouth, and before I know it, I'm in his arms as he takes a seat in the chair. I'm straddling his lap, my fingers ever so slightly pulling him closer to me, letting my nails dig themselves into his neck.

I feel his pants grow under me, and out of instinct I start grinding, careful not to cause any harm to his pants. I moan into his mouth, his hard groin making me wetter by the minute. Elijah removes his lips from mine and focuses on my neck instead, burying his teeth into the crane of it.

I gasp, and arch my back, causing his hard bulge to hit just the right place between my legs. Elijah pulls my hair, forcing me to look him in the eye. "And here I thought you were a child of God? Bad girl Josephine," he whispers against my lips, before he plants a smack on my ass that's covered in a skirt. I grab his face in my hands, looking into his eyes. With a smile on my lips I say,

"Go fuck yourself, Mr. Christ."

He grins up at me, his fingers carefully treading my hard nipple. The grinding grows more hectic, as I feel myself reach my climax. Elijah makes a face of pleasure, before we hear a knock on the door. My eyes grow twice their size, and I nearly jump up his lap, trying to ruffle my hair back to normal.

"Come in," Elijah says, and Kristen peeks her head in, shock flashing her face when she sees me.

"Elijah, it's Mr. Ivanov. He still hasn't left the building, and he's demanding a word with you," she says looking at me the entire time. I flash her a fake smile, and she sends me one back.

"Send him in. Oh, and Kristen? Would you be so kind and show Miss Moore her new desk here on the 20th floor? No one has seemed to inform her about her transfer."

I turn my head back at him, seeing him smirking at me. Asshole.

"Of course, sir," Kristen says, and I follow her lead, as I watch the Russian man re-enter Elijah's office.

God, forgive me for I have sinned—but mostly forgive me for how much I enjoyed that.

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