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"Angela stop cleaning." Christopher spoke to the maid, and Angela stopped dusting.
"But I just have a little bit left to do-"
"You can go home early."
"Are you sure sir?"
"Yes Angela, enjoy the rest of you night." He said, caressing his jaw, studying my face. "And shut the door on your way out." Christopher said to her, his questionable eyes piercing into mine.
"Yes sir," Angela gathered her coat and made her way to the door, "have a nice night sir."
Christopher dismissed her while still staring into my soul. The door shut. He got up from his chair and stood in front of me before leaning down and putting both arms on both sides of the armrests. "Do you know why I sent Angela home early?" I shook my head no. He said nothing for a while before raising up and it took everything within me not to look at his pants as it was right in my face. He sat on top of his desk before interwining his fingers. "Do me a favor Nadia and go lock the door."
I slowly got up and stalked towards the door, hesitant but enthusiastic to lock it. I would be lying to myself if I said I hadn't been wishing for this for a long time. I turned around and looked distant, and in a state of thought; which I was. I thought about the millions of scenarios that would be happening ten minutes from now. I lustered over his tall muscular figure that sat confidenly in a grey suit, his tie undone as his hair was moist from a long day of work. His clean healthy body showing the care and productivity he commits to it each and every day. His face was smooth and delicate and his bone structure was something I have never been able to stop thinking about. His thighs were visual through his tight suit as he sat down and I loved the look of them as much as I loved his rolled up sleeves that showed off the tons of viens that ran up his hands and arms. He was such a sight to look at but the main thing that caught my attention was the bulge pushing through his work pants, and I begged my brain to stop tourting my body that forced me to ache everytime he touched me in the slightest or everytime he spread his legs like he is doing right now. Either I'm delusional, or his bulge is desperately begging me to please it. He noticed that I was out of it. "What are you thinking about Nadia?"
"Nothing," I practically whispered. His lips parted. "I'm just waiting for you to speak."
He brought his head up slightly, studying me, while I studied the viens in his neck. It was silent for a couple minutes before I broke the awkwardness. "I wasn't thinking-"
"You may not be honest with me verbally but your body always has been." He said, his voice low. "when was the last time you touched yourself Nadia?"
"I don't know."
"Is that true or is this another lie?"
"No I really don't know." I avoided eye contact.
"Think long and hard for me."
"I don't know maybe," I crossed my arms. "two days ago, I don't know."
"And what were you thinking about when you were doing it?" He asked. I remained silent. "Were you thinking about the hallway? Or the elevator? Or maybe the time in the laundry room." He mocked. Ticking his tounge, he pretended to try to remember more times. "Where else.."
"That was a mistake."
"Was it?"
"Yes."
"All seven times?"
I paused before I nervously exhaled. "We didn't actually have sex Christopher we-"
"So that gives you the excuse to deny everything else we did?" We talked over each other.
