Your POV
We've been divorced for a year. I've missed him so much. He didn't give me enough attention. It was like I lived alone and single when I got home. I rarely got to see him if he decided to come home with me.
I miss him so much even though his desk is just facing away from mine. I wish he would come up behind me and kiss my neck, feel me how he use to when we were all alone in his office. It's hard trying to keep professional. "You know this quality of work is less than is required from you." He says. "Oh is that so? I can leave if you'd like." I say.
He sighed and looked at me for a moment. He didn't say anything more. His cold stare was practically burning through me. "I don't have to look at you to know you're scowling at me." I say unbothered while working. "Don't talk back." He says.
"Miguel I'm not a child." I say not looking at him. "Then start acting like it." He says. "I know that you liked to be dominant in the bedroom. We're coworkers now and that behavior is highly unprofessional, better?" I ask looking back at him. He's looking down at the desk, his face grew red. "I-" He says trying to pull himself together with some comeback.
"Yes. That's better." He says. If we were together he'd bend me over my table and tell me to behave while fucking me rough and raw. I'm getting hot just thinking about it. I take my jacket off exposing my shoulders and put my hair up. I can see miguel look at me through the reflection of my monitor.
He looks up and takes in my bare skin and tied up hair. His face grew redder and tried to look away. "Everything okay back there? I don't hear you working." I say. He snapped out of it, and looked back at his work. "Yes, of course it is." He said, somewhat annoyed.
I turn to face him. "What's wrong now? Why are you annoyed?" I say. He rolls his eyes. "Nothing. I have to focus on my work, and you're distracting me." He says sternly. "How?" I say raising an eyebrow.
He sighs and sits up straight. "The way you're dressed." He says, his face still red. "Oh it was never a problem before?" I say. "It would be more appropriate if you covered up." He said, his tone sharp.
"It's hot though. I never complain about how tight your suit is? It's distracting but I do my best. It's just my shoulders and neck you've seen a lot more." I say. He clenches his jaw. "That is different. I am not dressed inappropriately." He says, trying to keep his cool.
"It's inappropriate when you stare at me like a piece of meat. I saw you in the reflection my monitor." I say. "I wasn't staring." He lies, his face flushed. "Either way, you should be wearing something a little more... modest." He says hesitantly. "Tell you what I either get to wear short shorts and thigh highs or you can handle my bare shoulders and neck." I say. He thought about it for a moment.
"Very well, but try to keep my attention on work, and not on your bare shoulders." He says coldly turning to his work. "Good choice. Although your attention should be on your work not me." I say. "That's a bit hypocritical, is it not? You've been flirting with me since you walked into my office." He says, side eyeing me. "I wasn't flirting like I said I was hot. You were the one staring at me." I say turning around. "It's normal for a man to find a woman attractive. It's not like I was touching or saying anything inappropriate." He says, shrugging his shoulders.
"And you were definitely flirting." He says. "Oh how so?" I say grabbing my tablet. "You were being overly playful and teasing." He says raising an eyebrow. "You know exactly what you were doing." He says and goes back to his work trying to ignore me. "If I was flirting I wasn't trying to. It's not like you're completely innocent." I say.
He sighs in frustration. "I'm only human. You can't expect me not to notice an attractive woman." He says, his tone shifting. I look him up and down. "Then try your best to keep your eyes and other place under control." I say. He looks down at my thighs for a moment.
