GIA’S POV
Quen’s employees were a bit shocked when they saw me sitting at the desk before my husband’s office. I informed them I was just filling today and tomorrow. Many asked what happened to Julia but I just shrugged and did my work.
Quen skipped lunch since he usually came home and there was no need since I was there at the office. On normal days he wouldn’t stay at the office unless he was super busy but today was a slow day.
Around two o’clock I got an idea and I sent an email out to the employees that Quen would be out for lunch until four o’clock. I then get up from my desk and walk into his office without knocking. Quen looks up from the paperwork on his desk and smiles at me.
“Is there something you needed Gia?”
I smiled back as I closed the door. I walked over to his desk and when I rounded it I pushed his chair back, causing him to eye me with suspicion.
“I was just wondering Mr. Fairchild…” I began while I moved right before him and sat on the edge of his desk. “If you wanted to eat your lunch now.”
He looks at me confused. He realizes what I mean as I bunch my skirt up to my waist, revealing to him that I’m not wearing panties. He licks him lips but then shakes his head. He stops me from going any further.
“Baby no. Someone could walk in.” he gulps and grabs his tie, loosening it a bit.
I smirk as I know no one was going to barging in. I look at his crotch and see he is aroused. “You sure you’re not hungry, sir?”
He chuckles. “Oh, this is the game you want to play. Fine. Gia, my wife would not appreciate the passes you’re making right now. Go back to your desk and I will call you if I need you.”
I gasp playfully in shock and quickly pull my dress down. “I had no idea you were married!”
Quen holds up his left hand and points to the gold wedding band on his finger. “This wasn’t your first clue?” He then points to my left hand which holds my engagement and wedding rings. “I’m sure your husband wouldn’t appreciate your behavior either.”
I pout. “We’re going through some things. Besides it’s hard working for such a handsome man like yourself. Is your wife a happy woman?”
Quen clears his throat as I lean forward and place a kiss on his jaw line. He stammers as I trail kisses along his face.
“She’s uh…uh…yes…she’s…very happy.”
I stop kissing him and move my lips to his ear. “My husband complains that I’m not adventurous enough. He has been begging me for some spontaneity. What do you think I should do about that?”
I place my hand on his chest and travel it down his body. I stop at the belt to his pants and quickly unbuckle them. Quen grabs my hand, stopping me from diving in.
