He Who Finds A Girlfriend

Chapter 3: Desire

Yep! My night officially sucked. I woke up sleepy and had no desire to converse with anyone until I had my morning coffee. Yes, I'm a caffeine junkie. 

My mom had asked me if I was okay every half hour, but I assured her I hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before, but I'd be fine. She believed me.

But my brother, on the other hand, gave me a side look and raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure?" With a wide smile, I responded yes and dropped the subject.

I was walking to work, enjoying the morning breeze, when I caught an enchanting fragrance. As my gaze flickered up, I saw Michael heading towards me.

I instantly shifted my sight away from him, but he smelt so amazing that I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of his cologne for a split second. I watched his body tense up for a second and knew he spotted me too, and with a brief tilt of his head, he enthusiastically said, "Good morning.

I answered "Morning" with my eyes glued to the road, but with a quick peek, I noted he was smiling and dressed for work.

When I arrived at work, my body was completely drained of energy. I quickly sat, leaning against a chair, and prayed that this day would go by quickly. I wondered why, on God's green earth, this guy had such an effect on me and why he invaded my thoughts.

While daydreaming, my brother Otto asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

My voice came out as a whisper. "I'm fine," I said. "I'm just exhausted from walking and not getting much sleep last night." I pushed myself up from the chair, praying my legs would support my weight. I stormed off and went to do the job I was paid to do.

Lunchtime arrived, and I decided to rest my head for a few minutes.

Michael buried his hands around my back as he backed me up against the bed. His touch engulfed me. I wanted him more than anything else. I bit my lower lip as I was acutely aware of his erection pressing against me. 

I could see his longing when I looked into his dark eyes. His mouth was against my neck, his teeth almost piercing the flesh. As he touched my sweet spot, I let out a groan, and I could feel his body react to it.

I bit my lower lip as I felt his fingers touch me. There was no doubt in my mind that I desired more. I couldn't remember why I had tried to avoid him. All I knew was that I didn't want him to stop; I wanted more.

"Cary"

"Cary"

"Cary" My eyes snapped open, holding on to my chest as my heart hammered against my ribs as if it were a breakthrough. I took several deep, gasping breaths as I bolted past my coworker, who was calling my name, barely registering her bewildered expression as I barreled past her. 

I fled to the restroom, trying to grasp what had just happened. My mind whirled with questions. 

Why was I dreaming about him? My frustration grew as I splashed my face with water in the bathroom, trying to calm my racing pulse. Seeking solitude to collect my thoughts, I entered a stall and took several deep breaths, focusing on the sensation of air flowing in and out of my lungs. Gradually, my heartbeat slowed, and my thoughts began to come together. After a few long moments, I shook my head to clear the last vestiges of the dream, then left the restroom with a newfound sense of calm.

As I was about to leave the restroom, I accidentally bumped into one of my colleagues, Mr. Black, who was sipping his coffee. Unfortunately, his cup broke, and the hot beverage spilled all over his jeans. Feeling terrible, he asked, "Are you ok?"

Can you believe it? I'm the one who bumped into him, breaking his mug, and he's asked if I'm okay.

On top of lack of sleep combined with frustration, not to mention being all heated and sexually unsatisfied, I broke down and began weeping.

Quickly realizing that Mr. Black thought I was hurt because of the terrifying look on his face, I reassured him that I was fine. I checked to see if he was okay, and then I hurried back into the restroom, hoping to find some paper towels to help with the mess.

Thankfully, I discovered a stack of paper towels and began dabbing at my jeans to remove the coffee stains that had gotten on them. My jeans were black, but the fragrance of coffee remained on them. I took a moment to check myself in the mirror. I hadn't missed anything.

I was irritated, even though it was an accident. I had embarrassed myself and made my coworker feel horrible, and now I would have to spend the rest of the day wearing clothing soiled with coffee.

Soon after, my brother Otto informed me that he needed to hurry to the bank and asked if I could handle things here while he was gone.

He added, "The bos-  uh, Michael, is in my office doing paperwork."

"What kind of paperwork?" 

"Uh, just some stuff I needed him to look over."

"Oh, if I'm not back in time, I asked him to take you home."

My heart skipped a beat. "You what?"

"Cary, he said, deadpan. It's raining cats and dogs out there. How else will you get home?"

Shortly after Otto left, Michael came in. "Hey."

"Hey"

"Can I talk to you?" his face stays emotionless but his voice gets deeper. My mouth goes dry and my heart speeds up, remembering the dream about him earlier.

"What, um, what do you want to talk about?" I am biting my lip nervously.

He focused intently on my lips before shifting his gaze to my eyes. I maintained my gaze on him while he seemed to look through me, as though engaged in an internal battle within himself. A smirk appeared on his face, aware of the mutual impact we had on one another. At that moment, his phone rang, abruptly breaking the spell that had enveloped us.

"What?" he said in a dead tone. His face had a mix of surprise and fear, then from mysterious to dangerous. holy crap, did he look good with it.

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