NEW-YORK (FreenBecky)

Chapter 2: Thirst for more

This is already the fifth day that I have been working at New York. To say it's a nightmare is an understatement. And the nightmare is not at all in the work itself, no! It's beautiful. Everything was perfect, and I quickly became friends with the team. They are very talented and resourceful. The proplem, as you probably already guessed, is Rebecca Armstrong. It is precisely because of this devil that I cannot sit quietly in a chair.

If I just accidentally glance at her green eyes at the meeting, or remember her look and how she gropped me, something begins to pulsate below. I definitely came to terms with one thought: I want her. I realized this recently. I have never felt anything like this for anyone, neither for a man, even more so for a woman. Does this scare me? Yes, damn it, it's still so scary. It's not normal to be turned on by just one look from her. But God, how I want her...

And now, I'm sitting in front of her office and waiting for her to let me in. I sit and stare at her. There's that feeling again. Everything between my legs ache, as soon as I think about it, her soft and very hot lips whisper all sorts of liberties into my ear and bite it. How the hands that are now sorting through yet another pile of paper would caress me, her long delicate fingers fu.... God, because of this brunette, my thoughts became very depraved. I don't recognize myself...

Today I wore an open neck shirt and a short skirt again. I want to feel her gaze on me. Yesterday I was overcome by a wave of the most disgusting feeling in the world - a feeling of jealousy. Then I was seriously horrified. How can you be jealous of a person you've known for at least a week? And God, we haven't really talked, and I'm already ready to make a scene.

The fact is that I was leaving my office, heading to the ground floor to the cafeteria, and while I was walking past my team, who were working very hard on a new project, I came across Her. I sincerely hope that my face did not portray anything other than dispassion. Because when I saw that she was bending over one of my employees, her name seems to be Kate, but it's not that important. In fact, I saw how she whispered something in her ear, and the latter, like a fifteen-year-old virgin, smiled and nodded embarrassedly.

I would have tolerated it, there's not much she says to her, but then the brunette's hands began to lift up her skirt, and then a wave of this terrible feeling washed over me. I just swallowed and began to open the door to go out, but while I was opening it in slow motion, the green eyes were impassive and raised at me. Our eyes met, and I swear, if anyone had come between us, he would have been knocked off his feet. She looked at me in such a way that my mouth became so dry and my chest hurt.

It's not like I fell in love and so on. It's just that some kind of possessive and selfish inclinations are awakening in me, and this is expressed by the fact that I want these green eyes to look only at me, and these warm hands to caress and touch only me. I don't know if this is normal or not, but I want her to look at me always. It's selfish, but I can't help it, this woman is driving me crazy...

It was as if I was shocked when I noticed how the green-eyed woman was looking through the thickness of the glass at me and calling with her finger to come to her. The time has come. I swallowed and, getting up from this soft ottoman, walked to her office.

I go to her office, as always, on weak legs. It's been like this for a week now. What I'm afraid of, I don't know. Or maybe I'm not afraid, but looking forward to it? Maybe I'm waiting for decisive action from her? Or will I not wait? I don't lose hope, I want it so bad that I'm willing to risk my job just to fuck her. Perverted thoughts envelop me again, but how can you think sensibly when SHE is looking at you?

I feel my skin begin to burn again, sweaty hands and pulsatin between my legs. Well, it's as if I'm falling into some kind of energy field of hers, where sexual energy hovers and completely sucks in victims like me. I'm sure it's not her first experience and it's unlikely to be her last. I should be offended by this, but I don't care. The only thing I can think about when I'm with this shrew is how her fingers...