There's No Way

Game On

The tension between Shawn and I seemed to grow thicker and thicker each day. It started to become evident to myself that I had feelings for my handsome friend; whether they were feelings of love or lust, I wasn't sure - but I did know that they were strong as hell. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been trying to elicit a reaction out of Shawn some days. I mean sure he had turned my body into his own personal hickey canvas the other night, but we were drunk. Was he really attracted to me or was that just the mass amounts of tequila? I was determined to find out, but he wasn't going to tell me and I wasn't about to ask.

So I got creative. If neither of us were willing to make a move, I was just going to tempt the hell out of him until he gave in. I walked into work on Monday, the week after our little tequila-induced rendezvous, wearing charcoal gray dress pants (that hugged my ass oh-so perfectly) and a long-sleeve, lilac silk dress shirt with enough buttons undone to give a certain tall, brown-haired coworker a little peep show if I so desired to. I didn't want to be so obvious that he would catch on to the little game I was playing, but I wasn't about to let him ignore me either. We made our usual small talk as we walked into the conference room for our weekly Monday morning meeting, I quickly took the first open seat I saw and he sat himself in the open chair next to me. The angle he was sitting at made it tricky for me to tease him with my low-cut blouse, that is until I realized that if I angled my body just slightly away from him it would give him the perfect sneak peek at the sheer, black lacy bra that was under my shirt.

We continued our small talk for a few brief moments before the meeting began. Just as our manager stood up at the head of the conference table and began to speak, I noticed his eyes wander their way down my chest. Perfect. I took the opportunity to angle my chair towards our manager, giving him a peek at what lay under my blouse. I heard his breath hitch and smirked to myself, knowing exactly what caused that reaction from him.

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I'd like to say I took it easy on the poor guy for the rest of that week, but that definitely wasn't the case. On Wednesday I wore a tight, short black pencil skirt that did wonders for my figure. After seeing the way he bit his lip the first time I walked by him, I didn't hesitate to make my way past his cubicle several more times - knowing full well that he wouldn't miss the opportunity to study the way my body moved as I walked past him. During one fateful walk-by, I had dropped the pen that was clipped onto my notepad. It wasn't intentional, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't silently thanking whatever guardian angel that had caused the pen to drop. Upon the pen dropping, I stopped walking and noticed his eyes watching me in the reflection of the tinted glass window that was in front of me. I smirked to myself as I bent down to pick the pen up. Almost instantly I heard him clear his throat. Mission accomplished.

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I walked into my gym on Saturday morning in my favorite workout set, a pair of high-waisted lime green leggings and a matching sports bra. I threw my hair up into a high ponytail and started making my way toward the elliptical. My jaw nearly dropped when I saw the tall figure delivering swift jabs to the punching bags that I just so happen to have a perfect view of from the elliptical.

"Shawn...?" I whispered to myself, almost in disbelief. He glanced over at me and smirked as he raised his hand and gave me a little wave. I smiled and waved back before hopping on the elliptical and beginning my normal workout. This wasn't Shawn's gym, we had just had a conversation a few weeks ago about how he had a gym right next to his house that he absolutely loved, why is he at mine?

Oh fuck.

He knows. He knows the game I'm playing so he's playing too. To his credit, it was working. I had trouble keeping the saliva that was forming in my mouth at bay as he continued to shirtlessly throw punch after punch at the hanging bag. I tried to keep my eyes off of him for the remainder of my workout, but that didn't seem to be working very well. My legs felt like jello, and it wasn't because of the elliptical. 

Game on, Mendes.

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A/N: Grammy's tonight! How we feeling? I swear if they win a Grammy together I might have an emotional breakdown.