Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 11

Chapter Song: Just Pretend- Bad Omens

Monday- Afternoon

-Cole-

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Fuck it. Fuck all morals. I'm going to fuck her.

She goes back to the elevator's buttons.

Before she pushes the button to go to our floor, I ask her something to make her stop, "Do you want to play a game?" That gets her attention when she freezes.

She spins around on her heel with rage and a bit of curiosity written all over her face. I love it when her nose crinkles when she's mad. I don't know why she's mad. She's the one who tried to seduce me, "What are you trying to do? Make me a Saw victim?"

Her humor almost brings a chuckle out of me, so I turn it into a grin instead. I move towards her from the wall she used to have me pinned to. I stop at the perfect length of closeness to make her come to me, begging for me to get closer and to make me come to her, and put my hands in the pockets of my pants.

I eye her up and down, which sends her to bite her lower lip in response. Perfect. Just where I want her. My Little Flames is so predictable, "No," I say, eyeing her up and down again, which sends her to cross her legs and taking a deep breath.

A deep fury of heat starts to form in my core, making the visible heat grow more the more I look at her and the tighter she squeezes her perfect jiggly thighs, "If I wanted to make you a victim, Little Flames, I would have done it already."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She bites out with her tantrum, uncrossing her legs, and holding her stance. It's adorable that she thinks she's threatening, "And why do you keep calling me Little Flames? Hell, with so many nicknames you've given me, I should give you one."

"Oh, really now?" It intrigues me that she thinks she can give me a nickname when the only word she should be calling me is mine. That and moaning my name, which she'll be doing soon, "And what might you have in mind?"

"You ignored my question," I stay silent with my hands in my pockets, staring at her. A move to intimidate.

She sighs, giving up on it and giving in, "A nickname," She repeats.

"You've already said that, Little Flames. Now tell me what you have in mind," I move closer to be able to see the depts of green and emerald color in her eyes while her pupil dilates looking at me. It's a good sign when her pupil dilates. That means she likes what she sees.

She tilts her head up to look at my mask, avoiding my eye contact again. Of all the things she could be imagining right now. Oh, how I wish I could reach into her mind and view it. She straightens out, knocking what she was thinking from her mind and looking back down at the top button of my suit jacket, which I'm dying to know, and clears her throat.

I shift my legs to readjust the growing temptation. Her eyes dart down to my pants, and her pupils dilate again, seeing something she likes, which only makes the temptation worse. I'm tired of her avoiding eye contact and silence, so in a quick movement, I lift my hand and swirl her braid between my fingers, tightening it in my hand like a rope, and slide the remaining exposed length of my fingers through her hair, feeling the soft texture.