Do not cross the line

Chapter 8

Lunch with Mike went oddly. You were mostly quiet, as he talked about him, and trying to ask you some questions, but you were deep in your thoughts.

You weren't actually that hungry, and when you were moving your food with the fork in the plate, Mike asked was something wrong. You were normally smiling and talking excitedly.

You quickly lied that you weren't feeling so well, and luckily Mike believed that and didn't ask further questions.

As you returned to your work desk, you sat down and plugged your headphones to your Mac, deciding to put some music play to the background while you were working, which normally calmed you down and made you focus better.

You logged in to your youtube channel, and choose one of your playlists, trying to focus on your work.

But an hour later you hadn't managed to do anything. You had just surfed on the different kind of shops on the internet, ordering a new pair of jeans and a new shirt.

You leaned the back of your chair, looking at the sketch you had worked on, but you had no idea how to improve it. Your mind was empty.

Well. Not empty.

Your mind was full of Sam.

You shook your head and rubbed your forehead with your palm.

Why were you feeling like this? Yea, you haven't had sex for almost a year, you had been too focused on your work you had no time for dating - expect that one date with Mike.

And now you were practically drooling your boss-to-be, who was much older than you, he was out of your reach and it was forbidden.

And that was why it was so tempting.

You had never done something like that, and it was exciting even to think about it.

You jumped when a 'plop' echoed on your headphones when you had got a new email. You looked at the screen, seeing a small pop-up window jumping to the right corner, previewing the e-mail.

You bit your lip when you saw who was the sender.

S.Drake

Your heart started to race on your chest, and you looked around to see that nobody was near you, before you clicked the pop-up, opening the email and reading it.

'Can you meet me in my office? -Sam'

You bite your fingernail, reading the message over and over again. What does he want from you? You were supposed to have this big meeting in the next week, where all the workers of the project gather together in the meeting room, discussing the project.

'Sure, I'll come right away. -Y/N'

You didn't even think about it before you had sent the message back to Sam. What the hell you were doing? It was like your brain didn't even think about it, it just automatically obeyed when Sam asked you to do something.

You shook your head once again.

You needed to keep this professional. You'll need to push those dirty thoughts away what you had for Sam.

You locked your Mac, grabbed your stuff and headed to the lift,

your heels clicking against the floor on your way, while you didn't notice how a pair of eyes stared your back as you walked.

Once again when you walked past the hall, many pairs of eyes looked at your way, whistling behind you as you walked toward the glass doors.

Rolling your eyes, you swiped your keycard to open the door, pulling the door open and stepped into the office, heading to left toward the end of the hall.

As you walked you saw how Sam's door was open, and how he and Harry were standing there in his room, talking.

You brushed your fingers through your hair, making sure it was in its place before you stopped to his door, knocking gently to the doorframe.

Two pairs of eyes turned to you, locking with you, then slowly going down your body until your toes.

And when you noticed that and biting your cheek you looked down at your toes too.

"You like my heels? Want to try them?" - you lifted your head while smirking, seeing how both of those tall men now looked at your eyes again, surprised.

"Sure, why not. I have tried thongs too." - Harry laughed, starting to walk out of the room, but when he was right next to you, he stopped and leaned little closer, whispering close to your ear; - "And I looked damn good in them."

You lifted your hand front of your mouth when a giggle left it unintentionally but you couldn't help it.

Harry turned to look at Sam, whose brows were knitted together when he looked at you, while you tried holding back your giggle. Harry's brow lifted high to his forehead for realization.

He turned to look at you, lifted his hand and slapped softly your ass, making you gasp and jump a little.

"Go inside, boss wants to talk to you." - and he walked out of the room, leaving you and Sam there alone.

You were shocked by the action Harry did to you, as you stared at Sam with wide eyes, whose expression was very easy to read.

Sam cleared his throat, before he walked behind his table, asking you to close the door behind you.

You did as you were told, closed the door and slowly walked to the chair front of his desk, sitting down after Sam had sat down to his own first.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his fingers while he leaned his elbows on the armrests, seeing how you were little tensed and clearly feeling uncomfortable.

But then he noticed how a small smile raised to your lips and his chest clenched when he realized you were smiling of because what Harry did and said.

And he didn't like that.