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The Red in the Grey - III

A.N: 3rd and final installment for this short story! 💖

Make him wait, make him want you. Stay in your seat, do not get up. Do not walk to his office. Just stay seated. I kept having to tell myself this but I wanted him so much and knowing that he was expecting me in exactly six minutes was driving me insane.

Staring blankly at my Mac computer screen, I looked at my reflection and noticed the look of anxiousness on my face. I couldn't help it, wearing my emotions on my sleeves when it came to him. My stomach was in knots because he makes me so fucking nervous! And one would think that after all this time, I would be used to his intrusive stares, calculative moves and his need to control me, but, I wasn't.

I don't think I'll ever get used to that damn man. He was a force to be reckoned with. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even hear my phone ringing again and instead of yelling at me, I felt a wadded piece of paper hit the back of my head. Turning, I glared at Jess before picking up the phone.

"Mr. Garrett's office, how may I help you?" I greeted and looked down at the number on the tiny screen on the phone. Fucking Jennifer. Again.

"It's me, if he's not busy, could you transfer me...you know, without asking for permission?" the desperateness in her voice was enough to make bile tease my throat. Rolling my eyes, I replied in a sugary voice.

"He just wrapped up a meeting and he's going to lunch with some business execs in a few minutes so he won't be available until after five, like I told you before."

"Like you told me before?" Jennifer repeated, her voice changing from desperate to inquisitive, as if asking me did I really just say that to her. He told you to stop pissing her off. Chill Nicole.

I had some ass kissing to do so I tried to clean up my words. I gave a small giggle in hopes to calm her and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, but I can't transfer you because he's turned his line off. However, I will make it my business to tell him that you called again."

"Thank you." She said shortly and the line went dead. Noticing the time, it was as if my body was on autopilot. 12:01 p.m. I was late as soon as the clock hit 11:59 a.m in his eyes. "On time is late, early is on time." I could practically hear him saying that, like he was standing behind me. Knowing fully well that nobody was in his office, I stood and smoothed my hands over my skirt, logged out of my computer and with my purse, I headed straight for his office.

I opened the door without knocking and was met with a full on glare from him. "You're late." He said, his beautiful eyes staring at me with anger. I openly rolled my eyes at him, knowing it would get under his skin because above all else, while in this very building, he was still my boss.

"I know that. Your wife was holding me up. She called again." I informed him and dropped my purse onto the sofa after walking deeper into his office, not even bothering to lock the door. No one had the balls to just barge in here, emergency or not...well, except me.

"I asked you nicely, once, not to call her my wife, if I have to tell you again..." he started and I stood there, with my arms across my chest, waiting for him to finish his sentence, or his empty threat rather.

Smirking, I headed over to his desk "I apologize Mr. Fifty Shades. It won't happen again." I slid onto his lap and he placed his hands on my waist. "Do you accept my apology?" I asked him, fluttering my eyes, making him smile which was something rare. I kissed below his ear, along his jawline and down to his neck, lightly of course because I didn't want any lipstick left on him. But, I did purposefully however, brush my bottom lip against his white collar which earned me a smack on my ass.