My lover is my boss (LingOrm)

14 - Work hours

Monday rolled around, and the office was buzzing with the usual Monday energy—meetings, emails, and the ever-present pressure to catch up from the weekend. I caught a glimpse of Ling from across the floor, her sharp figure moving gracefully between the boardroom and her office, clearly drowning in a full schedule of meetings. Despite being in the same building, I hadn't had the chance to actually see her up close or talk to her. Yet, somehow, she always found a way to tease me, no matter how packed her day was.

I glanced down at my phone when it buzzed with an incoming message from her.

Ling: You looked so cute when you were blacked out.

I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. She was referencing Saturday night when I had fallen asleep next to her at the park after our date. I hadn't expected her to bring it up while she was supposedly in a meeting.

Orm: Focus on your meeting.

Ling: Nah, they've got some issues here. But you, you look so handsome without makeup.

I couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped me as I read her message. Of course she'd managed to sneak in that compliment.

Orm: You took off my makeup 😭

Ling: And what? Let you get pimples? Never.

Orm: Anyway, I'm going back to work, or my boss will kill me.

Ling: She's got eyes everywhere.

Orm: Mhm.

I shook my head, trying to refocus on the spreadsheets in front of me. I had deadlines looming and reports that needed finishing, but even as I tried to immerse myself in work, all I could think about was Ling—her teasing messages, the way her lips felt against mine, the way she made even the most mundane moments feel electric.

My thoughts wandered to the weekend, and without realizing it, I found myself replaying the memory of her lips on mine, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air when we were alone together. It was all so distracting.

And as if the universe could read my mind, my phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn't Ling's teasing texts—it was her assistant calling.

"Ms. Kwong requires you in her office," her assistant said in that professional, neutral tone that did nothing to betray the nature of what was really about to happen.

I stood up, smoothing down my clothes, and made my way to Ling's office. There was a subtle but undeniable nervous excitement fluttering in my chest as I walked through the hallways, anticipation building with every step. By now, I had grown familiar with how these impromptu "meetings" went, and I knew exactly what would happen the moment I stepped through her office door.

When I arrived, Ling was standing by the window, her back to me as she closed the blinds with a swift, deliberate motion. The second I entered, she turned and, without a word, strode over and closed the door behind me, locking it with a quiet click. Then, as if we had been waiting for this moment all morning, she pulled me toward her, her lips crashing against mine in a heated kiss.

Her hands slid around my waist, lifting me effortlessly as she pressed me against her body. I instinctively wrapped my legs around her hips, holding onto her as she walked us over to her desk, never once breaking the kiss. She placed me on the desk, and I gasped as the cool surface met my skin, contrasting the heat between us.

"I missed your lips so much," she whispered between kisses, her voice low and breathy.

I laughed lightly, pulling back just enough to catch my breath. "Ling, my lips are going to be swollen if you keep this up."

She smirked, her lips brushing against my neck. "And?"

"What will the others say?" I asked, half-joking but also half-serious. The thought of walking back to my desk with swollen lips wasn't exactly appealing.

"Nothing," she murmured against my skin, her lips trailing down my neck as she nipped softly.

"You're really in the mood today, aren't you?" I asked, my voice catching as her kisses moved lower.

She stopped and looked up at me, her dark eyes locking with mine. "And you're not?"

I swallowed, feeling the weight of her gaze. "I am," I admitted, my voice softer now, "but not in your office."

Ling pulled back slightly, pouting in that playful way she did when she didn't get exactly what she wanted. "So mean," she teased, though I could see the spark of challenge in her eyes.

Before I could respond, she shifted the conversation effortlessly. "Anyway, before I let you go, what's the difference between the October and December calculations?"

It took me a second to switch gears from the heated moment to the work-related question. "Uh, money was taken," I said, trying to regain my focus. She was still dangerously close, her lips brushing my neck as she kissed me again, making it impossible to think straight.

"How much?" she asked, her voice low and smooth, still distracted by the kisses she placed along my skin.

"A million baht," I managed, my breath hitching as her hands found the buttons of my shirt.

"Hm," she hummed, her lips moving to my collarbone. "Did the money go down?"

"Y-yeah, down," I stammered, feeling my voice falter under the pressure of her touch. My heart raced, and my mind was foggy with desire as she unbuttoned my shirt, her fingers lightly trailing down my chest.

"Let me see how down it got," she whispered, lowering herself slightly as her lips grazed my skin. But just as the moment heated up, my phone rang.

I jumped, startled by the loud sound breaking through the haze of the moment. "I—uh, I need to take this," I said, fumbling for my phone. I quickly answered, trying to button up my shirt with one hand. "Yes?" I asked, my voice breathless.

"Orm," Becky's voice came through the line, breathless with excitement. "I kissed my boss."

I nearly dropped the phone, glancing at Ling, who was standing there watching me with amusement as she leaned against her desk, the faintest smirk playing on her lips. She stepped closer and began wiping her lipstick off my mouth with her thumb, her gaze never leaving mine.

"Wait, really?" I asked, trying to focus on what Becky was saying, though it was increasingly hard with Ling's thumb brushing against my lips so intimately.

"Yes! Can we meet after work? I need to talk to you," Becky continued, but before I could answer, Ling leaned in and kissed me again, her lips soft against mine.

"Wanna come to my place tonight?" she whispered in my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine.

I turned back to the phone, clearing my throat. "Becky, I have to hang up. I'll call you soon." I quickly ended the call, looking at Ling with a raised eyebrow.

Ling's smirk grew as she stepped even closer. "So, is that a yes?"

I smiled, shaking my head. "It's a yes to going to your place, but no to sex."

Ling chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Fair enough. I'll drive you there."

"Perfect," I said, glancing at my reflection in the camera of my phone, making sure there were no kiss marks or lipstick smudges left behind. Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I gave Ling a playful look before heading for the door.

As I returned to my desk, I was surprised to find that no one had noticed my absence. Everyone was too engrossed in their work to pay me any attention. I settled back into my seat, the taste of Ling's lips still lingering on mine, and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.