𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #2
"Stefano..." I open my eyes and awaken from the lust. My hand is still on his erection. I'm about to protest to how wrong this is. How friends don't do this to each other.
"Please...just- fuck it."
He placed his lip...
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RAENI
The plane landed hours ago yet I'm still at the company, faxing, printing, and writing out a lot of things. I haven't seen anyone in the last three hours. Lory called me to stop but I couldn't. If I stop, I'll think of Derek and how much I'm dreading going home. That sounds insane.
I'm afraid of going into my own home. I know that what I did was terrible and worrying him but I just don't want to deal with him right now. I'd rather deal with him tomorrow than deal with him now. Maybe after goodnights rest he will have rationed his temper.
I hope.
"I didn't ask for a fifth grader report, fix it." Lory drops my report of the meetings on the table. I get startled and gasp when the paper hits the desk.
"Come on Lory, I'm sitting in piles of paper. Can you do it?" I smile from ear to ear, my hands joined together. "Pretty please with a red pen on top."
"Why the paperwork?" She sits down on the seat infront of my desk. She takes some of the papers and does what she always does, organizing it. I smile at her, leaning back into the chair. "Derek needs his wife."
"Well he needs to hold out a little longer because while I enjoy destroying the environment and getting everything out in paper, I think you owe me."
She shakes her head, ready to leave but I call out to stop her. She doesn't stop till she gets to the doorway and looks back at me. I stand up from my desk and wink at her but I'm not a really great winker so I struggle a little but she gets the point because she smiles and shakes her head again, coming back to my desk. And this is why I strongly believe I was a player in my previous life, there is no way all of this talent was wasted.
"So? Coffee is a pretty big thing." I jump onto the desk, shoving all the papers away and crossing my legs on the desk. She leans forward on the chair and tilts her head sideways.
Her eyes are so enthralling I don't blame half the men we've met in our lives for falling. Even the ones she killed. It doesn't seem like the ideal thing but the jokes I can make out of it are by far the best part of working with her. I can count on my one hand how many times she's laughed at them. None. Not even one.
"I don't know what you want me to say. He was awful, like every one else." She seemed a lot fidgeting than usual. She took my pen and placed it somewhere else, somewhere it didn't need to be. So far I'm not convinced that he was all too bad.
Maybe she likes him. I think she does.
"I don't know, Lory. You are being very unconvincing now." I shrug, holding my arms. "Maybe I should call him."
I pick the phone by the desk up and dial a number I don't know. I hold it to my ear and the little lady on the phone tells me that my number is not in service or maybe the number I had typed out was incorrect. I cleared my throat and faked panic. Her smug changed out so quickly but it wasn't the panic I wanted.
