My lover is my boss (LingOrm)

10 - Sweet dreams

"Well, you kiss pretty good," I said, my voice low and teasing as I leaned back, taking in the warmth of the moment. I could still taste the cherry lipstick on my lips, the lingering sweetness from our last kiss hanging in the air between us.

Ling raised an eyebrow, smirking as she handed my glass back to me. "Hmm, am I in the law like Bright, or am I out?" she asked, her voice light but playful, her eyes locked onto mine. There was a mischievous spark there, one that made my heart race a little faster.

I took a long sip from my glass, letting the wine swirl in my mouth before swallowing. "You," I began, leaning in slightly, "are so fucking out it's almost a crime."

Ling's smile grew wider, her lips curving into something between amusement and curiosity. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she teased, "What crime would that be?"

I tilted my head, matching her teasing tone. "A crime for being so damn good at kissing," I said softly, my eyes tracing the curve of her lips, "and giving gifts."

Ling chuckled, her breath warm against my skin as she leaned in as well, her eyes flicking to my lips. "Hm, I think I'm drunk," she murmured, her gaze locking with mine. Her pupils were slightly dilated, but not from the wine alone—there was something else there, something electric. The tension between us grew thick and palpable.

"Me too," I replied, my own voice barely a whisper as my eyes dropped to her lips again, unable to resist the pull I felt toward her. Every inch between us seemed to disappear, the air thick with anticipation.

Ling smirked, her lips inching closer to mine. "Let's kiss again?" she asked, though the smirk on her face said she already knew the answer.

"Don't even ask," I replied, not bothering to hide my desire. I leaned in, and the moment our lips met, the world seemed to narrow down to just us—just the sensation of her mouth on mine, her lips soft and sweet, with that same hint of cherry. Her tongue brushed against my lips, seeking entrance, and I opened my mouth to let her in. The kiss deepened, our tongues tangling in a slow, intoxicating dance. The taste of wine mingled with the lingering cherry flavor of her lipstick, a combination that made me feel light-headed in the best possible way.

Her hands slid down my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel her body press against mine, the heat between us growing. My hands found their way into her hair, pulling her even deeper into the kiss. I was so lost in her that I barely registered the sudden knock on the door.

Ling pulled back, her lips slightly parted, her breathing heavy. Her eyes flicked to the door and then back to me, mischief playing in her gaze. "Hide," I whispered, breaking the moment. She gave me a quick, amused smile before slipping out of view, pressing herself flat against the wall beside the door.

Taking a deep breath, I composed myself as best I could, wiping at my lips quickly before opening the door. Bright stood there, smiling awkwardly, oblivious to the heated scene he'd just interrupted.

"Hey," he greeted, a casual grin on his face. "I wanted to ask if we could go out next weekend—back home, I mean."

I blinked, trying to recalibrate from where my mind had just been. "Uh... I have to see," I said, offering a vague smile. "The boss is really good at almost firing me, so I need to check my schedule." I glanced over my shoulder at Ling, who was watching the whole exchange, her smirk deepening as she blew me a playful, silent kiss.

Bright, of course, didn't notice. He chuckled, completely missing the tension in the room. "No problem. I've been meaning to do something all day, though," he continued, stepping closer. Without warning, his hands found their way to my waist, and he leaned in as if to kiss me. But I quickly pressed my hands to his chest, gently pushing him back.

"Sorry, Bright," I said, my voice firm but still polite. "I'm not really in the mood for kissing today."

Bright blinked, stepping back slightly, but didn't seem too offended. "Oh, no problem," he said, though his eyes flickered with confusion. Then, his nose wrinkled as he caught a faint scent. "Wait, you smell like alcohol. Have you been drinking?"

I shrugged, trying to keep things casual. "A little bit."

He tilted his head, clearly puzzled. "Didn't know you were the type to drink in the middle of a business trip."

I forced a smile, resisting the urge to glance back at Ling again. "Yeah, me neither."

"Okay, well... bye," he said, clearly sensing the awkwardness but not pushing further. As soon as he turned to leave, Ling silently shut the door behind him and pressed me against it, her body warm and firm against mine. Her lips hovered near my ear, her breath hot on my neck.

"That's the guy you like?" she teased, her voice low and mocking. "He just called you an alcoholic and tried to kiss you out of nowhere."

I smiled at her teasing, though my pulse was still racing from how quickly she'd closed the distance between us. "You turned me into an alcoholic and kissed me."

Ling chuckled softly, her fingers brushing against my cheek as she kissed me lightly on the opposite one. "Touché," she whispered. She straightened up slightly, her hands lingering on my waist as she spoke. "Get ready. We're flying back tomorrow."

Just as she was about to step away, I grabbed her hand, pulling her back toward me. There was something about the way she kissed me, the way she teased me, that made it impossible to let her go just yet.

"Can I sit beside you on the flight?" I asked, my voice soft but laced with anticipation. I wasn't ready for this to end.

Ling raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smile. "Sure," she replied, her voice almost purring with amusement. "And maybe kiss me in front of him?"

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "No, but thanks."

Ling smirked, clearly entertained by my reaction. "Okay, then," she said, starting to pull away again. "Now go get some rest."

I let out a small sigh, releasing her hand reluctantly. "Fine," I said, still smiling as I watched her walk toward the door.

Ling paused for a moment, glancing back at me with that same teasing glint in her eye. "Orm?" she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of something more.

"Yeah?"

She smirked. "Sweet dreams," she whispered, her voice soft but heavy with promise before she slipped out the door, leaving me standing there with my head spinning and my heart racing.

As the door clicked shut behind her, I leaned back against it, feeling the cool wood against my back. I couldn't help but smile, replaying the last few minutes in my head. Everything about Ling was a whirlwind—a seductive, teasing, intoxicating whirlwind that I was finding it harder and harder to resist.

And as I thought about tomorrow's flight, I couldn't help but wonder what sitting beside her would bring.