Unhinged

Chapter Two: The Lunch Date

Starla breaks out of deep concentration when her alarm sounds off. She quickly wraps up her final spreadsheet gathering her things to take her break, she rarely takes on a regular. Pushing her chair backwards fixing her skirt, walking over towards the large vanished double doors. It was exactly 1:00 pm when she knocks once and enters as Damien instructed that she should. 

As she closes the door, turning around frozen in place as Damien comes out of the en-suite bathroom quickly drying his hair with a towel. Her eyes travel down his perfectly sculpted body taking in every cut of muscle stopping at that sexy v-shaped definition leading to his shaft disappearing under the waistband of his blue underwear. She bites tenderly at her bottom lip trying to keep herself from drooling. Lifting her head, she finds him watching her with amusement in his eyes. She forces her eyes down and clears her throat as she entwines her fingers. 

"Come here Starla." She shuts her eyes at the tone his husky voice hastens kindles through her body.

 Her defiant streak chose to show right then. "why?" she asked rolling her eyes, trying hard not to make him see how much his way affects her. He quirks an eyebrow as something sparks in his eyes and a cheeky smile appears on his lips.

"Are you going to stand by the door for the full hour you're here? I've already ordered lunch so you can have a sit." He said.

"Can you put a shirt on please?" she grumbles as she goes toward the sofa. 

She sits and continues to grumble on about demigods in human forms. Damien laughs when he hears what she said. Twirling in his direction his eyes met her unsmiling eyes, he puts both hands up in surrender and walks back into the bathroom. He returns a few minutes later fully dressed. "Another black shirt"?  She thought. He sat next to her on the sofa and turns toward her. 

"So tell me about Starla Regan".  His curiosity shows. 

"There's nothing to tell".  She stated.

"That answer just screams there's so much to know Starla. Come on we don't have to dive into deep dark secrets now. We can start with the basics. For example, I am also a carpenter and my best friend Gary and I own a chain of garages". He said study her closely. 

"Oh". She muffles.

"Yes I am quite ambitious and do not like waiting on anyone to get things done for me. If I have to ask more than once I will just get it done myself". He added

"Okay. Well I love reading and writing. I'm currently working on a book hoping to get it published someday. I also enjoy cooking, it's a passion." She revealed.

"Well I've figured out what we will be doing next time we meet." He announces

"Next time?"

"Yes Starla next time. This won't be the only time you spend with me." Leading over whispering into her ear enjoying as willies began to raise when his breath flurry against her skin. " We will meet again and you will be the chef for the evening. I will be the judge since I enjoy eating." He bestows a kiss against her neck as she sucks in a breath of air, an involuntary shiver shakes her. "Okay" is all she has time get out before there was a knock on the doors to the office 

"Come in." Damien said. His eyes at no time leaves her. He traces his finger over her blush deriving a rush of pink as it spreads from her cheeks to her chest. 

"Beautiful." He whispers in her ear gaining a tiny moan from her. 

The server walks in pretending to be oblivious to the perceptible tension in the room. He takes the payment Damien offers him with quick thanks and retreats with hasty steps. He stands exhorting her to sit at the table for lunch with him. 

Starla relishes Damien's company more than she expected. Damien demands her to call him Xavier since all his friends prefer using his last name. She obliges him keeping their conversation light and comfortable for them both, asking not so deep questions. They spoke about everything under the sun, from the first time he bruised a knee to the first time she shaved her lady parts and nicked herself with the blade. Laughter fills the air. 

At exactly 2:00 pm Xavier says to her " Back to work Missy, I will walk you to the door." 

He helps her out of her chair, heading out he stops with her to get her stuff. When they get to the door she turns to say thanks for lunch, unaware of how closely he tailed her on the way out. He abruptly pulls her into him dipping his lips against hers. Leaving her frozen with a fear gripping her involuntary, which reposes as his tongue massaging her lips pleading for granted access to her mouth. 

Scoring him a small moan from her with slightly parted lips gaining access to her mouth, he pulls her closer to him. The feel of his growing shaft rams against her, suddenly tows her away from him rushing to open the door. She was out the door before she could finish thanking him for lunch. Xavier chuckle follows her all the way to her desk as that kiss replays in her head the rest of the day. 

She welcomes the cool night air as she walks onto the sidewalk at the end of the day still reeling from that shell shocking kiss. A smile creeps to her lips as she remembers lunch and she hums a tune as she takes her regular route home. Unknown to her for the first time eyes are following her as she makes her way with her guards down and high-signs on low.