Trapped in Silk

Chapter 6

Jocelyn

I just had the best sandwich I've ever had In my 27 years of living. I was so full and just wanted to rest and laze around. The only benefit from being demoted is less work, but that makes working two times more boring. I have more free time than I've ever had and I don't know what to do with it.

I head to the elevator, planning to stop by the break room to get some coffee. When the doors creak open I'm met with a pleasant surprise. Standing there is a tired looking Isaiah with his hair messy, like he's been messing with it constantly. And his top buttons undone. The sex appeal this man has is dangerous and I don't eleven think he realizes it.

His eyes light up when he sees me and his mouth hangs open.

"Nice to see you angel." He smiles, blinding my vision.

"Nice to see you too Isaiah." I chuckle. He looked like a cute bear as he looked down at me. I didn't really notice before but Isaiah is massive. I'm an average sized woman standing at 5 foot 4 but he's definitely bigger than the average male.

Maybe in other places too.

"You leaving for lunch?"

"No. My break is almost over I was going for coffee, I have about six minutes left."

"Let me take you for coffee. The one by here."

I contemplate leaving work with only like five minutes of freedom, but it's not like I've been given work anyway.

"Sure. Lead the way." I place my hand on his upper bicep, using him to guide me. I could feel the place where I'm touching heating underneath his suit jacket.

Veins start to pop out of from his neck, and his fist clench but I pay no attention to it since he has yet to stop me.

When we make it inside the coffee shop, I order myself a caramel frappe. I dig in my wallet looking for cash to pay but Isaiah intercepts me handing his credit card to the barista. He mumbles a small thank you and directs me to a table outside.

"So, what were you doing here today?" I question, plopping my elbows on the table as I cross my legs.

"I had a meeting here, but... I also wanted to see you. He runs the back of his neck nervously looking down.

His shy attitude was so cute I couldn't stand it. I unconsciously licked my lips waiting for his next response.

"I passed your office but you weren't there so I assumed you had taken the day off." He states, and my mood automatically sours.

"I unfortunately got demoted. All that time and effort wasted." I sigh. Something about Isaiah made me want to be open and honest with him. He listens well and gives good responses. I often find my self letting go when I'm close to him.

"What?" He questions, genuinely surprised. His cute shocked expression was already making me smile.

"Do you you mind saying why?" He asks.

"To be honest I can't even give you a valid reason because I'm also confused, but what can I do but accept it."I state, really over it all.

"I'm sorry angel" His tone was comforting and warm.

"Why are you apologizing, somethings just happen."I chuckle, caressing his cheek.

I can't help but think this is how life's supposed to be, next to him. I'm so comfortable around him it's concerning.

I check my phone seeing I'm around a minute late, I take that as my queue to get going.

"It was lovely having coffee with you beautiful but I have to get going." I state, staring into his eyes.

"I want this to be reoccurring event." He states, returning my gaze. He takes my hands and kisses both of my knuckles.

I smile wanting this feeling to last a lifetime.
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The end of the week hits yet again but this time I have plans. My best friend just came Back from Hawaii with her boyfriend. And wants me to accompany her to the club, in secret. She said she didn't want to deal with her boyfriends rambling. I told her it's a bad idea but shes a grown woman and I'm gonna let her figure it out herself.

"You look amazing! I knew this would look great on you. Your a little taller than me so the fit is scandalous." I chuckle at her little rant and turn around, checking myself in the mirror.

I looked hot and I felt great. She wants to go to a popular bar in the area, she says the music and drinks are great. And one thing about me is if there's music, I'm dancing.

She has a nice expensive car, two of them actually. They were gifts from her soon to be in laws, and they had many more gifts than just that. I'm so happy that's she's found a family that can make her happy.

Arriving at the building, we make it there just in time as we were able to get in free since it's 10 o'clock. We get inside and I'm instantly amazed. The inside was big and the interior was modern and clean. The smell was surprisingly not too bad and the selections at the bar were right up my alley.

The first stop was of course the bar where I ordered a White Sangria, the bartender's recommendation. While I waiting for my drink I look over to see a missing Renee. I then turned my direction towards the dance floor where you could see her little body talking up at the Dj, recommending a song.

I get interrupted when the bar hands me my drink.

"For you, pretty lady." He says, leaning on the bar table. He watches me as I take a sip, but for some reason I feel like he's not the only one.

I take a huge gulp of my drink, wanting to quench my thirst.

"This is so good. I would want to drink this every day." I say, amazed with the taste. I drink some more wanting to feel the coolness of the ice sliding down my throat.

He chuckled, smiling showing me his faint dimples. He was dirty blonde with light brown eyes, and a slim build. He was somewhat cute, but in my opinion, he couldn't beat Isaiah.

"I'm glad, it's my specialty." He winks, smirking in my direction, keeping his pace while making drinks.

I found it hard to focus because I felt like I was being watched. I look over my shoulder, scoping the area to fuel my curiosity. I was going to turn back but my eyes locked with familiar hazel ones. He was looking at me, hazy eyes, and an unwavering stare.

When he realized I was returning his state he relaxes a little, leaning back on the booth. His legs were spread and his arms were crossed at his chest. His head was leaned to the side and his energy was sensual.

When he brought his fingers up to his lips I couldn't help but drool. The sight of him right now was a dangerous thing. His hair was tussled and his top buttons were undone.

My favorite song comes through my ears and i slowly lift myself from the bar stool. I tauntingly walk towards the dance floor, glancing back at him to make sure his eyes are only on me. Once he starts to get up I pick up my pace, trying to get into the middle of the crowd.

And one thing about me is, if there's music, I'm dancing.