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Clear: Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Heart Touching Thoughts

SUNDAY

Around 9 PM, I eased onto my back, sprawled out on the hardwood floor. Four hours later and I finally unpacked half my boxes. Chile, I was tired!

Looking at my cat, she was curled up in a corner, watching me struggle. If only I could switch places with her for the next hour, I'd love to do nothing but stare from a corner and judge the shit out of someone else. It didn't matter that I paused from unpacking, I found myself thinking about yesterday's lunch with Ezra no matter what activity I was in the middle of.

With this break in formalities, I was forced to see him more as a person. He wasn't just my boss and he wasn't just some attractive man I could randomly fantasize about from a distance. He was Ezra. Whatever that meant to me now. What does it mean to me? It's just his name.

Damn, I wish it was that simple. It wasn't just a name but an echo in my head. Yesterday, he was transparent, but at the same time, he became more confusing. Well, in all fairness, humans are complex, but I still carried the notion that men were simple. Why couldn't he just be simple?

Five-hundred dollars. He's so extra. He thinks I have a hard time accepting help, but I would have screeched at any of my friends doing the same thing. I smirked, imagining him at the store picking up this card with the cat and checking it out at the register with his serious face. The card was admittedly funny, and if I was being honest with myself, I wish I did have a more positive reaction about it in front of him. It wasn't like me to be perceived as such a cold person but even when awkward Ezra called me out I felt it rip at my soul. He was a businessman, and vision is a part of what garnered him success. There was a pang in my chest, thinking about what he saw in me. I only hoped it wasn't more than the truth I already confessed. Maybe his idea of having lunch outside of the office wasn't a terrible idea. He was a strategist, but why did he do all of this just to ask for my friendship? He's dramatic and sweet, I guess.

Scrolling through my phone, I found a slew of emails from job recruiters, spam, and promotions from more subscription services than I'd care to admit. Jesus, I was bored. I could have continued this fantasy book I started four months ago, but I didn't have the mental capacity to get back into that world. I considered binge-watching a show. How many streaming services am I subscribed to? That's a problem.

There was also the option of cracking open my work laptop and getting some testing done if the demo server wasn't down. I opened my computer and as expected, there were a few applications that booted on startup: a security service, our business email, and instant messenger. I had the intention of immediately closing the messenger because I wasn't about to talk to anyone, but I ended up closing my laptop immediately. Ezra was online, and I felt the goosebumps on my arms. Of course, he would be online. I couldn't be at the same time though, it was too soon to even accidentally communicate with him again. I wasn't ready to lose the positivity of the last interaction just yet. He looked nice, and he invited me out without pulling any weird tricks. When I really thought about it, it was sorta... attractive. Sure, it was the bare minimum, but it felt better to be seen than not at all.

I bit my lower lip. Being observed so closely by him made it hard not to think about old thoughts in the beginning. After packing away my work computer, I went to my bedroom with the intention of interacting with Ezra, but not in reality. I stretched under my bed and retrieved a small duffle bag. Looking inside, I grimaced at my arsenal of toys. Some of these required too much warm-up time and planning, and I was sexually frustrated now. I put the bag away and did a quick isolation check. Yep. Cinna Buns was outside, napping on her bed near the window. Gladly, I closed my bedroom door and returned to my bed. After resting my back, my eyes rolled up to the ceiling. Was I really about to do this? Eh, fuck it.

I kicked off my sweatpants. My hand slipped under my underwear and my brows flashed. I was a lot more prepared for this moment than I thought. I felt already wet, but what was all of this? For Ezra, formerly known as 'Mr. Leoné'?

Mr. Leoné...

So easily did the vision come to me. His large hands rubbing around my waist. He was in his tanned-suit from my first day on the job.

"You. My office. Noon sharp."

I bit my lip at the thought of redoing walking into his office for the first time and he sat in his chair staring at me with those fiery green eyes. He'd insist I take a seat, and watch my legs shamelessly. I'd go for the seat, but in his startling way, tell me I was headed for the wrong place.

My lips parted to release an exhale, increasing the pressure of my fingers. I saw him rub my shoulders and before spreading me across his desk and unbuckling his pants. Was he a decent size? Yeah, for the sake of this moment, he meets my minimum 'inch' requirement.

My face wrinkled from my brows up. My momentum built up a little too quickly at the thought of Ezra pulling my underwear to the side and easing right in. This was crazy. I thought of him holding onto my thighs, my hips, even grabbing my breasts. All of those visions made me squirm, but it wasn't until I imagined him keeping his stride, grabbing my neck and kissing me that I felt my muscles tighten before I dropped a surprisingly loud groan and shuddered.

I opened my eyes and caught my breath. I looked at my hand between my legs in shock. 

Shit... that was good.