I Love Her Anyway

Chapter 3

Glancing at the clock every five minutes probably wasn’t the best way to make a first impression on the rest of the workers, but you couldn’t help yourself. Faxing out the paperwork, you chewed on your fingernails and kept your eyes glued on the clock, watching as the hands ticked closer to lunch break. You were dying to know what he had meant, saying that you would have to wait until then. Was he going to take you someplace else or lock you up in his office for the hour and a half break? Not knowing ate you up inside. As soon as you were finished you were sure to pick up all the paperwork and complete the errand as fast as possible, pouting at the sight of being several minutes late to his office and seeing others take off with their lunch boxes towards the break room. You knew he would never forgive you if you didn’t finish the task at hand.

               Finally making your way up the elevator, you waited outside his door after the knock, unable to hide your beaming smile upon seeing him open it up for you. “I see you’re back princess,” he comments, leading you in and shutting the door, locking it this time, which makes your heart skip a beat. Whatever he’s had planned, it’s about to happen. You can sense it. “You’re a bit late but that’s okay, save your apologies. You came just in time for lunch.”

               “What do you usually have for lunch?” you ask casually, following him back to his desk. You make note of how everything is conveniently cleared off of it, but don’t mention this observation.

               “What I usually have?” he pauses.

               “Yeah,” you reply.

               “What I usually have is none of your concern, because it’s not what I’m going to have today,” he responds, making you even more curious.

               “Well what do you plan on eating today then?” you raise an eyebrow, asking the question innocently, following close behind him.

               “You,” he says the word as he turns around and lifts you by your hips, making you gasp, your legs instinctively hooking around his torso. He carries you to his chair and sits down with you in his lap, kissing your lips softly. Never have you felt such a feeling as this. “God you taste delicious.” He parts the kiss to catch his breath, staring into your eyes with such a passionate gaze you feel like you might fall apart. “I can’t wait to see how else you taste.” He picks you up by your hips again and this time sits you on the edge of his desk so that he’s looking up at you.

               “Please,” you beg with your eyes, latching onto his arms, his hands still gripping your waist. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

               “You’ve been thinking of me, haven’t you?” he licks his lips, eyes hazed over with lust.

               “I told you I would be,” you insist, running your hands down his arms. You want him to touch you so badly it physically hurts.

               “Let’s get this skirt off for me, shall we?” he helps prop you up on his desk with your back laying down and your legs up, unzipping your skirt from the back and slowly tugging it down your thighs to your shins to around your ankles, then setting it down on the table beside him. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

               “Please,” you whine, bucking your hips up for him, causing him to let out a soft chuckle.

               “So needy for me already,” he hums. “I absolutely adore that, sweetheart.” Every time he calls you a cute little nickname your heart only swells even bigger. You feel like it might just explode.