The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter VI

"I don't want you coming to my office anymore, didn't I mention that?" Monica snapped. She slammed more paperwork onto her desk, angrily. She was upset with Russell and didn't want to see him, especially at work.

"Well, I came," he said back, not caring for her wishes. Russell wanted to play this game, he got it.

"Yeah, well, there's the door," She pointed to it, "Have a wonderful day, Mister Westbrook." He looked at her for a couple seconds, before moving to the door. She sighed with relief. Instead of leaving, he closed the door with both of them inside. This time, she sighed with annoyance. Her head wanted him to leave, but her clitoris wanted him to stay. She couldn't deny that he did make her feel good for the five minutes he was there.

"Do you really want me to leave?" He demanded. Monica kept her face stern. "You don't, do you?" She shrugged without saying a word. A smirk played on his face, so he walked back over to the chair across her desk. He sat down and leaned back. "You want me to bend you over your desk right now, don't you?"

"No, I'm supposed to be mad at you." Monica snapped not even giving his idea a second thought. The sexual part of her wanted her to take up his offer right away, but she wasn't going too. She was trying to prove to her parents she was responsible anyways. She wanted to go back to LA. She didn't want to be caught having sex with some random guy in her office. That was the last thing that needed to happen. Especially with Sean. For sure her sister would tell him. "I don't want you to anyways." He rolled his eyes and threw himself down into a chair. He set his chin down on his fist and studied her.

"Why are you so stuck up?" He ventured to ask. Monica rolled her eyes, copying him. "Don't even act like that you're just a stuck up black--"

"You better stop right there and watch yourself," Monica warned, daggers in her brown eyes. "Finish that sentence with bitch and I'll show you a bitch, bitch." He looked taken aback at first, but replaced his shock with a chuckle.

"Okay, okay, you got it," he put up his hands in surrender. "But why are you so mad?"

"Why am I mad?" She asked, sliding forward in her seat. "Maybe because I got taken away from my home. My favorite job in the whole world. The love of my life!"

"You clearly don't love him that much," Russell challenged. "Or else you wouldn't have let me make you feel good last night."

"Get out of my office," Monica ordered. Russell didn't move a muscle. They were both under a stare down. Monica giggled and bit her lower lip. "You think I'm playing with you, Russell. I'm not. I will have security up here in two seconds flat if you don't get your black ass out of my office." Monica wasn't playing around anymore. Russell was arrogant, a hothead, but he could make her go crazy.

"And then when security comes, then what?" He challenged, inching forward in his chair. "They're going to wonder why I was up here in the first place. Why you would call security on me. Not good for a new comer like you. Also, not good for your boyfriend to see." Monica stiffened in her seat. Russell could not bring Sean into this. Russell had her stuck. It wouldn't look good at all. "Do you want me?"

"No."

"Yes, you do," he snapped back. How could he tell she was lying? By the way her cheeks flushed every time he licked his full lips. How the pitch of her voice would go high when she really wanted him? Right now, her voice sounded like it was on helium. Why, oh why, did he have the power to make her feel this way? She hated it, but she loved it. "Admit it, your heart is fluttering right now, your adrenaline is racing, your cheeks are flushing and clit is tingling just thinking about me bending you over this desk?" Everything to Monica finally grew hot. It felt like the room had been bumped up to 90 degrees. She fanned herself, but didn't make any moves. A sweat broke out on her forehead, but she swiped it away. Russell knew how he was making her feel and she hated it. "Well?"

"Why all talk and no act?" Monica was now really challenging Russell. No matter how hot and vulnerable Monica was, she still had to play Russell's little game. He smirked. He stood up from his chair and walked to Monica's side of the desk. He rolled her natural black hair on his finger and she felt him running his thumb up and down the side of her neck. She inhaled deeply. "Russell..." She meant to say in a threatening way but it came out as more of a groan, a sexual one at that.

"Beg for me, Monica," He whispered into her ear. The trace of his thumb circled over her plump lips and then dove into her shirt.

"No," she gained a little more strength with her voice but she was still weak. Why could Russell do this to her? It was a blessing and a curse. "Russell, we can't do this here. There might be cameras in here. My parents can't see that, my sister can't." He didn't stop. He could, but he didn't. He traced his thumb over her hard nipples and began to kiss her neck, sucking. "Don't give me hickies... Russell! Okay, if they have seen, they've already seen too much... Russell, please." It came out as a whimper and a moan escaped her lips. "Okay, okay, your place tonight." She gave in. He continued, kissing farther down and moving his fingers along her thighs over her skirt. He nipped her skin and he bent down to her level and spun her chair to face him. "Russell," She whined.

"No, I'm not done with you," He growled. "I have to teach you a lesson." She wanted to push him away. Shove him as hard as she could. But she couldn't. It was like a magnet that drew her towards him. That scared her more than anything. Russell wove his hand between her thighs and began palming her. Monica was soaking. She let out a moan,

"Monica? Monica? Why is the door locked? I need to give you some files," Desiree's voice shouted from the other side of the door. Monica froze. Russell rolled his eyes. Neither of them said anything.

"Get in the closet," She hissed at him.

He shook his head. "I'm not getting in the closet, Monica, not here. You're a grown woman." She crossed her legs and attempted to cease her tingling borderline orgasm and get herself together. The door opened, Desiree holding files. She looked up to see Russell standing over Monica. Both of them smiled charmingly.

"Oh... You have a visitor," She said, awkwardly at first and then adding a small smile at Russell. She dropped the files on my desk. "Monica, you know you don't have to lock and close the door with customers, right?"

"Oh, I'm an old friend of Big Sean's," Russell lied, "He told me to check up on her and we were just talking about some business stuff that I didn't want anyone else hearing about. Sorry if I disrupted anything."

"No, no, of course not, sorry," Desiree smiled apologetically, before leaving the office.