Rafael

Chapter 26 - My Brain Was Worse Than A Dementia Patient's

Rafael and I were currently having lunch in his office which he had arranged to be brought up from some fancy restaurant so we wouldn't have to leave the building.

Thankfully, there was more than enough for two so we could eat to our heart's content.

I had rolled my regular-sized chair into his office because all his other chairs were awkwardly lower than his and no way was I going to be all the way down there while he was on his...throne.

We were sitting side by side at his island of a desk and I was picking at my shrimp nervously.

Should I say anything about what Paolo said to me?

I couldn't decide.

I jabbed my fork into another shrimp and in a spur-of-the-moment decision, fed it to him.

Well, at least I tried to.

"What are you doing?" He asked, one eyebrow raised curiously.

As he was talking I shoved the fork into his mouth, effectively feeding him the shrimp.

"What do you think?" I chuckled at his eyes widened at my weirdly brazen actions.

Where was I getting the confidence to pull shit like this?

"Trying to kill me," he managed to say with a mouth full of shrimp.

He slowly chewed then swallowed and for some crazy reason, my libido thought it was the sexiest thing ever.

Especially when he licked his lips afterward.

Damn it.

My brain was worse than a dementia patient's.

What did I want to tell him again?

"Why don't you take a picture-"

"Don't you dare say it'll last longer! Say that and I tell the whole building what your phone number is," I threatened with a straight face, hoping he would think that I was being serious.

"They all have it," Chuckled Rafael as he popped another shrimp into his wet, hot, waiting mouth.

Down, Mia. Down.

I almost lost my train of thought because of how attractive I found him but I caught it at the last second.

"Your real number, that is," I added, causing his face to morph into a look of fear.

"Okay, okay. You win, I said nothing," He surrendered, both hands up as if he had gotten stopped by the police which was probably a daily occurrence.

He wasn't the most transparent businessman.

"Good boy," I smiled and patted him gently on the head, acting like he was a real-life dog.

"Hey. Stop fucking with my hair and feed me more shrimp."

"So demanding," I trailed off with a smirk before feeding him more of the food in front of us.

I couldn't help but imagine what he would be like in bed.

Just stop.

I couldn't help it, my mind has just been extra dirty ever since I met him.

The red roses that he had surprised me with were still in his office and I couldn't help but wonder what would become of them.

Would he dispose of them when the day was done?

They were flowers, after all, they would soon wither and perish, and not look very cute and romantic anymore.