Tease

9 🔥

When I wake up he's gone. My alarm blares beside me and I scramble to shut off the damned thing. I grab my phone only to see that it's 8:30. And my meeting is in an hour.

And I specifically remember setting a timer for 8. Meaning he purposely changed it so I had less time. He's such a fucking ass. As if I would masturbate before work. Okay maybe.

I hurry to get ready, and throw back a smoothie before heading out. Luckily the publishers office is only a 20 minute walk from my house. Nerves are building in my stomach. They never even told me his name. He's meeting all the authors today, so I doubt he'll know mine.

My purse is clutched tightly into me as I knock on his door. I'm nearly sweating and 5 minutes late. Lovely start.

The door swings open and I can't seem to move or get any words out.

"Raya. You're late."

Fuck. Fuck.

Knox turns and stands at the desk, leaning against the front with his arms crossed. He seems to have a thing for controlling positions, as when he motions for me to sit he stays standing. Was this planned? Did he know I worked here?

"Hi. Yeah sorry. My alarm was tampered with." I say not hiding my annoyance. I fidget in my seat trying hard to maintain eye contact. Of course it's him. Out of all people in this damned city.

"I read your manuscript." He says picking up the thick stack of paper on his desk.

I blush hard. My previous editor was a women. I know men might read my books but knowing he's read it still sends embarrassment flooding through my veins. Not only is he a an but he's a man I'm currently sleeping with. I suppose he couldn't have known it was me until he got the job. But still.

I clear my throat, "and?"

He sucks his bottom lip through his teeth in thought looking at the bookshelf lining the wall behind me. "You'll need to edit some parts. It's unrealistic."

"It's a novel. It's obviously purely fantasy."

"Your fantasy?" He says and looks back to me.

"Many people's fantasy. And, maybe certain aspects are mine." He looks almost pleased and I feel a warm feeling because of it.

The book in question has a girl kidnapped, but she never falls in love with him. She's just a slave. I can't say I don't find it hot, but I wouldn't want that for myself. I need the extra things. The warmness, the cuddles, getting married one day.

"I sent a detailed email about the things I want changed. And you should work on your explanation of positions you get lost sometimes, and it gets hard to imagine what you're describing." His hand is tensed against his bicep, the veins popping out. I imagine it around my neck, like last night.

"Yes, sir." I say with my eyes glued to his chest.

His eyes cut to mine. "Call me Knox at work."

I look up at him, my eyebrows slightly up, and my breathing slightly laboured. I'm finally realizing what it actually means to have him here.

"Okay." I say. His presence alone puts me in a submissive space and I can't help but hold my breath as leans forward and his hand slowly grips my jaw.

He leans down, and says into my ear, "look at me like that again and I'll drag you under my desk."

"Sorry. Sir." I say quietly with a little smile.

"You think teasing me is fun?"

I stay quiet for a moment thinking of a response. "You're always teasing me, why should it be any different."