My lover is my boss (LingOrm)

9 - Kiss me

Ling stood across from me, leaning casually against the wall, the dim lighting of my suite casting a soft glow on her face. She swirled her glass of wine, eyeing me with that mischievous look she often wore when she was about to tease.

"So," she began, the corners of her lips curling into a sly smile, "how was your date with Mr. Strong Arms?"

I couldn't help but laugh, rolling my eyes at the nickname. "Horrible," I replied, pouring myself more wine and taking a long sip. The memory of the date flashed back in my mind, and I grimaced slightly. "And, to be honest, he's not even that strong."

Ling raised an eyebrow at me, amused. Her lips wrapped around the rim of her glass as she took another sip, and her eyes twinkled with playful curiosity. "Oh?" she said, her tone sly as she swirled her wine slowly in the glass. "And how would you know that, exactly?"

I chuckled at her insinuation, shaking my head as I refilled her glass. "Well, for starters, he couldn't even hold the car door for me properly," I said, exasperation seeping into my voice. "He let it swing back and almost hit me."

Ling's expression shifted from amusement to shock. "What?!" she asked, her voice rising in disbelief. "He couldn't even hold the door?"

"Yep," I said, shaking my head. "It nearly slammed right into me."

Ling paused for a moment, clearly trying to suppress her laughter, but the smirk tugging at the corners of her lips gave her away. She flexed her arm, the muscles in her bicep tightening slightly as she lifted the wine glass. "Your boss," she said with a wink, "can hold a car door."

I laughed, shaking my head at her playful boast. "Definitely," I agreed, taking another sip of wine. "You'd never let the door swing back like that."

Ling smiled proudly and took another sip from her glass before turning the conversation back on me. "And how was your date?" I asked, teasing her now. I wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily.

She groaned, rolling her eyes as she leaned a little closer to me, her voice dropping to a low, almost exasperated tone. "What do I need to do for you to believe it wasn't a date?" she asked, taking the wine glass from my hands with a smirk. Her fingers brushed against mine as she did so, sending a small shiver up my spine.

I raised an eyebrow, watching her closely. "Prove it to me," I challenged, playfully grabbing her glass and taking a slow sip of her wine. The air between us seemed to shift, growing heavier with unspoken tension. I wasn't entirely sure where the conversation was headed, but I knew we were walking a fine line.

Ling didn't hesitate. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "I wanted to... but your friend is listening to us."

The mention of Becky made my heart skip a beat. I could feel the wine getting stuck in my throat, and I swallowed hard, my eyes widening. Becky. I had completely forgotten she was still on the line. My phone, still on speaker, sat on the table, and I suddenly felt incredibly aware of it.

I cleared my throat, lowering my voice as I leaned in toward Ling. "Then prove it another way," I whispered back, trying to keep my tone steady, "other than words."

For a moment, Ling's eyes flickered with surprise before a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. Without another word, she closed the distance between us and gently pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was soft at first, but I could feel the intensity growing with each passing second. Her hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt my body melt into hers as the warmth of the wine mixed with the heat of the moment.

When we finally pulled apart, my heart was racing, and I struggled to find my breath. Ling's eyes held mine, her lips still barely inches from mine as she whispered, "I wouldn't do that if I was taken."

I blinked, feeling a rush of warmth flood my cheeks as I ran my tongue across my bottom lip. "Hm," I said, tasting something sweet lingering on my lips. "Strawberry?"

Ling chuckled softly, brushing her thumb against my lips to wipe away any smudge. "Cherry lipstick, actually," she corrected, her voice low and playful.

"Tastes good," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but smile as she smirked back at me.

"Thanks," she said, her eyes never leaving mine. "So... am I just your boss?"

Her question hung in the air between us, heavy with implications. I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing. Ling wasn't just my boss anymore. Not after that kiss. There was something deeper, something I hadn't been able to acknowledge until now.

"Maybe," I teased, keeping the mood light as I looked at her. "But we could consider going on a date together."

Ling's eyes lit up with delight, and a slow, proud smile spread across her face. "Finally," she said with a soft laugh, "and all I had to do was kiss you."

"Yeah, I guess that's all it took," I replied, feeling a little dazed by how easily everything seemed to fall into place.

But just as I was about to lean in for another kiss, my phone buzzed on the table, and I remembered—Becky.

I reached for my phone, grinning. "By the way," I said, glancing back at Ling with a smirk, "Becky... she knows you're listening."

There was a brief pause before Becky unmuted herself. Her voice came through the speaker, a mix of surprise and indignation. "What? How?"

Ling chuckled softly, her amusement evident as she responded. "I heard you say you wanted to hear us," she said, her voice full of playful accusation.

"Damn hotel doors!" Becky grumbled before hanging up, clearly embarrassed to be caught eavesdropping.

I couldn't help but laugh as I set my phone back down. "She's probably dying of embarrassment right now," I said, shaking my head.