Insidious Desires

Fourteen

Lloyd had enjoyed his morning rewatching Steph from last night and he had manned up and caught the client to hold the meeting, making sure Stephanie had no ammo to fight with him anymore than he knew she was going to. He closed down his desk top and Mac, deciding to go and have a word with her because he hadn't liked her threat of resignation and he would never let that happen. When he knocked on the door, he was a little surprised that she opened the door to him.

"Can I come in for a sec?"

"Sure." She nodded and stepped back, letting him in and he got straight down to it.

"Are you serious about quitting?

"Lloyd, it's weird. It's weird between us, it's awkward and we keep making it awkward." She shrugged. "I don't know if I'm coming or going with you, so I think it would be better for me to just resign." She held a hand up to stop him from talking. "Look, I'll make sure you have a replacement before I leave."

"Steph, that's not going to happen. There will never be anyone like you and nobody can do what you do." He let out a harsh sigh and went over to her chest of drawers, leaning against them. "If you just fucking tell me what you want from me, or what you don't want, it wouldn't be awkward and we could work on it."

"You never listen to anything I say in anyways, Lloyd. This is why it's getting awkward." She shrugged. "So me, telling you what I want or don't want, it's not really going to resolve anything is it?" She followed his line of sight because he was no longer looking at her and she realised he was looking at the black box on the floor by her bed. She sighed and walked over to it, kicking it under the bed and he laughed.

"Come on, Steph. I know what's in it and I know you enjoyed using it, too." He winked. "Tell me I'm wrong, I dare you."

"You're wrong, Lloyd."

"Nope. You came four times last night, and don't fucking deny it, Steph." He walked forward until he was right in her face. "Don't you fucking lie to me."

"How the fuck would you know that I came four times?" She slapped his arm as he smirked at her. "Lloyd! Tell me. Were you fucking sat outside my bedroom all night?"

"Did it feel nice? Sliding that dildo inside you?" He gave her a really sexy smoulder, a little smirk creeping over his face when she stayed silent. Her face was saying everything for her, if looks could kill he would be dead. "I know it took your breath away, Steph." He tapped his nose and pointed up to the curtain pole and that's when she saw it, the smaller camera attached to the pole. She immediately slapped him across the face, taking him by surprise.

"How dare you! You fucking prick! You fucking creep!" She went to punch him and this time, he grabbed her, shoving her down on the bed and pressing his hand over her mouth. She couldn't exactly fight him off because he literally had his entire weight pressed on her.

"I watched you--" She cut him off by freeing a hand and slapping him. He grabbed it and pinned it down leaving her mouth free to scream at him but he knew she wouldn't say anything because he'd react and she knew he would. "Listen to me, Steph! I got myself a nice kit from the sex shop where I got you that lingerie. I made a clone of my cock and watched you fuck yourself with it all night." He tightened the grip on her wrist because he didn't know if she could hold back from slapping him again.

"Get off me and get out, Lloyd. I'm not kidding, I'm done."

"Just so we're clear, I can guarantee I'd get it deeper." He whispered in her ear and just as easily as he got her down on the bed, he pulled himself off her and stood up. He didn't move far from her, instead he just watched her sit up and he was prepared to push her back down on her back if she dared try to stand up to him right now.