More Than Manager

chapter eleven

chapter 11//Dirty Secret

He gently nibbles my ear, gradually making his way to my chin, kissing me all the way down.

I roll on top of him, taking control. My legs straddle his lap, and I can see that stupid notorious smirk forming on his lips.

I interrupt it by kissing his mouth passionately, playfully twirling his blond hair around my finger.

He moans into my mouth before grabbing my face, pulling me closer, and deepening the kiss. I can't stop a moan escaping my lips as I throw my head back.

He doesn't hesitate to pull my shirt over my head, as I unbuckle his belt as fast as I could. "We shouldn't be doing this, Roger. We promised," I breathe.

Although he doesn't reply, he reaches down to my hand, instead, stopping me. He looks me in the eyes. "Samantha?" He asks, worried. "Samantha?" He asks again.

I throw my body up from the pillow in a cold sweat to see Roger standing by the door, peaking in.

I fall back onto my pillow and sigh. Of course, it had to be a dream. "Rog, you scared me."

He opens the door further and steps inside, shutting the door sorting behind him.

He walks quietly over to the bed, sitting by my legs. He smirks.

"What?" I say, lifting my head up.

"You were moaning in your sleep -- or at least I hope you were sleeping," he winked.

I rolled my eyes and turned over in bed, trying discontinue the conversation.

"I bet you didn't think the. women moaning would be coming from this room, huh?" he says, laughing. He raises his eyebrows up and down flirtatiously. "Must have been pretty hot between you two, hm?"

I can't tell if he's acting dumb, or he actually doesn't know it was him.

"What do you mean?" I breathe out, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "Just a...a nightmare, is all."

"Mm-hmm," he mumbles, eyeing me.

"I'm serious!"

He laughs. "Sam, you were moaning, not screaming. Although both could be used if with the right guy," he says, smirking again.

I slap his thigh. "Go back to bed, you're being annoying," I whine.

But instead, he crawls over next to me, lying down opposite of me.

I turn around to face him and his hot breath hits me.

"So...." he whispers. "Do I know this guy?"

"Roger, I'm trying to sleep, leave me alone!" I said, putting my pillow over my head.

"Give me three guesses!" he pleaded. Before I could even respond, he began guessing. "Freddie?"

"Roger, stop," I knew he knew. And he knew that I knew that he knew. He was just trying to tease me.
"No? Hmmmm, ok....how bout our good old friend Deaky?" He continued guessing sarcastically.

I attempted to push him off the bed, but he didn't budge.

"Really? No sex dreams about John? Well, one guess left. Let's hope I get it this time!" He pretended to pause and think. "Oh! Oh no!" He continued exclaim sarcastically. "It wasn't... no it couldn't possibly!"

"Roger, shut up, I'm tired!" I exclaimed, the pillow still pulled tightly over my head.

"You mean, the Samantha May had a sex dream about moi?" He pulled the pillow off my head so I was forced to look at him. But I turned my body so he couldn't see me.