My lover is my boss (LingOrm)

26 - weak or...

Orm's pov

I collapsed into the chair across from Becky at the coffee shop, dropping my bag to the floor and letting out a long, frustrated sigh. She looked up from her phone, a bemused smile forming as she took in my exhausted expression.

"Becky, Ling is driving me insane," I blurted, running a hand through my hair.

Her eyebrows shot up in interest. "Oh? Do tell."

I slumped further into my seat, crossing my arms. "I don't even know where to start... She has this... aura, you know? The way she moves, the way she just is around me... It messes with my head. And don't even get me started on those muscles." My voice trailed off, my cheeks heating up. Becky didn't miss a beat, and I could see the spark of curiosity and amusement in her eyes.

"Uh-huh..." she prompted, leaning forward, her eyes practically dancing with mischief. "So, let me get this straight. Ling and those muscles of hers make you feel... what exactly?"

I hesitated, chewing on my lip. "Well, she makes me feel... you know," I started, struggling to find the right words. Becky tilted her head, her expression way too entertained.

"Weak?" she offered, a teasing glint in her eye. "Or maybe... a little horny?"

My eyes widened in shock. "Becky!" I hissed, glancing around the cafe as if someone might overhear us. But as I looked down at my hands, I could feel the truth of her words sink in, and my face grew warmer. Finally, I managed to whisper, barely able to look her in the eye, "Both."

Becky's laughter bubbled up, unrestrained and completely unhelpful. She leaned back, folding her arms with a smug look. "Knew it," she said, clearly enjoying every second of my embarrassment. "It's painfully obvious you're into her like that."

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. "Right, well... what am I supposed to do about it? She's my boss, Becky. It's not exactly like I can just—"

"Just what? Take her out for coffee and then let her bench-press you or something?" Becky shot me a playful look, her eyebrows raised suggestively. "Sounds like that's what you want."

I shot her a half-hearted glare, but she just shrugged, giving me that knowing smirk. "You're not helping," I muttered.

She leaned forward, her tone turning serious for a brief second. "Look, just tell me honestly," she said, raising an eyebrow, "do you actually... you know, want her like that?"

I hesitated, looking away as I tried to collect my thoughts. Becky's question seemed to settle on me heavily, and I could feel my heart pick up speed as I considered the answer. I finally exhaled, nodding a little, and muttered, "I want her to... you know... screw me."

Becky burst out laughing, and I shot her a look of exasperation, but the amused grin never left her face. "Wow, didn't expect you to just come out and say it like that. So, little miss bottom, what's the problem?"

I threw her a glare, rolling my eyes. "Like you're one to talk, Becky. You're just as much of a bottom as I am."

She put a hand over her heart, pretending to be offended. "Excuse me, that's beside the point. I'm not the one here whining about my boss."

I sighed, trying to ignore her smirk. "Well, what am I supposed to do? It's not like I can just... make a move on her. She's intense, and confident, and... and she's Ling. I'd probably make a complete fool of myself if I tried anything."

Becky shrugged, clearly unimpressed by my hesitance. "Look, you're overthinking this. Just go for it. When the moment feels right, lean into it. Let yourself enjoy it."

I shot her a doubtful look. "And that's it? Just... 'go for it'?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, pretty much. When you two are in the vibe, just lean into it and see where it goes. No one's saying you have to confess your undying love or plan your future together. Just go with the flow."

I sighed, pressing my hand against my forehead as I tried to imagine actually taking her advice. It seemed so simple in theory, but thinking about Ling, her piercing gaze and that intense presence of hers... I wasn't sure I could do it. "You really are bad at giving advice," I grumbled.

Becky held her hands up defensively, feigning offense. "Hey, I'm giving you good advice! If you want something to happen with her, you're gonna have to let it happen." She paused, grinning slyly. "I'd say I'm actually great at giving advice."

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say," I muttered, rolling my eyes as I grabbed my bag and started to stand. "I'm going back to work."

Becky winked, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Back to work, huh? Or back to Ling?"

I scoffed, feigning indignation. "Back to work. Actual work."

"Uh-huh. You know, if Ling finds you loitering around her office, I'll know why," she said, her eyes sparkling with laughter. She waved me off with a smirk, and I shot her a quick glare over my shoulder as I walked away, feeling my cheeks flush at the thought.

"Goodbye, Becky," I said, hoping to end the conversation before she had any more opportunities to tease me. I didn't wait for a response, heading back to the office, but I could feel my heart still racing a little as Becky's words echoed in my mind.

As I walked back, I couldn't help but imagine Ling's face, the way she looked at me with that intensity, the way her eyes seemed to hold me in place, making me feel small and exposed in the best way. Just thinking about it made my pulse quicken, and I bit my lip, trying to push the thought out of my mind.

When I finally reached the building, I took a deep breath, hoping to clear my head. But as I made my way up to our floor, I couldn't shake the images that kept creeping in—the feel of her gaze, the warmth of her hand on my shoulder, the way she always seemed to be one step ahead, effortlessly confident.

Back at my desk, I sat down and tried to focus, but my thoughts kept wandering. Maybe Becky was right, maybe I was overthinking things. If there was a moment, maybe I just needed to let myself lean into it, stop holding back.

A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock at my cubicle wall, and I looked up to see Ling standing there, her arms crossed, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Hey," she said, her voice low and familiar, "ready to go over those numbers again?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed, trying to keep my expression steady as I stood up. "Yeah, of course," I replied, hoping my voice sounded normal.

Ling watched me for a second longer, her eyes lingering on mine before she turned and gestured for me to follow her. I felt my pulse quicken as I walked behind her, Becky's words still echoing in my mind. "When you two get into the vibe... do it."

I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I followed her to her office, wondering if I'd actually be able to take Becky's advice if the moment came.