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Keep It In Your Pants Boy - (11)

Keep It In Your Pants, Boy.

It's Tuesday lunch time before I hear from Ivan again. Not that I'm actually bothered, these last few days at work have been quite busy, so I've had plenty to keep me occupied.

But I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't been thinking about him over the past few days. He seems to find a way to get inside my head, regardless of what else is going on.

Which is why I'm pleasantly surprised when the door at work slides open on Tuesday lunch time to reveal him striding towards me purposefully, a smile on his face.

He rests his arms on my desk, the smile tugging his lips. 'Hello, darling.'

I can't help the grin that spreads across my face at the sight of him. 'Ivan, hey,' I greet him, quickly finishing the email I'm currently typing before diverting my full attention towards him. 'What are you doing here?'

'I came to see you,' he responds like it's obvious. 'Will you join me for lunch?'

I pause, glancing at the clock. It's five to one, which means it's almost time for lunch. 'I might be able to pencil you into my schedule,' I tease lightly. 'Let me just go check with Mark.'

'Mark, huh?' he questions. 'On first name terms with the boss, are we?'

I almost laugh at the jealous tone in his voice. 'Yes, we all are, actually. It's quite nice that way.'

He raises an unimpressed eyebrow. 'Really? Slightly unprofessional, don't you think?'

I shoot him a flat glare. 'Whatever, Ivan. Stay here, I won't be a minute,' I tell him, turning away without another word. I make my way into Mark's office, offering him a bright smile. 'Hey.'

He looks up from his computer, returning his smile. 'Hi, Poppy, how can I help you?' he asks, giving me his full attention.

'Um, I was wondering if I could go out for lunch?' I ask a little nervously. It's not that I'm scared of Mark, he's more a friend than anything, but I do feel a little uncomfortable asking him this. I almost always stay in the staff room for lunch.

A smile curves his lips. 'Is your rich boy toy here to see you again?' he teases lightly.

I glare at him. 'He's not my boy toy,' I scowl. 'Ivan is here and wanted to go out for lunch with me, is that okay?'

He chuckles at me. 'Of course it is, have fun,' he says, before looking back at his computer. 'Don't be late!' he calls after me.

'Okay!' I say over my shoulder as I leave his office and head back towards Ivan, who looks me up and down without a hint of regret.

'You look good today,' he murmurs, drawing me to him and placing a light kiss on the top of my head, his hand resting on my lower back.

It's intimate moments like this that really confuse me. He genuinely gets my heart pumping, which scares me more than I'd care to admit.

I push myself away from him, but shoot him a smile. 'Thank you,' I say as I reach for my jacket. 'Are you ready to go?'

Ivan grins, walking towards the door with me. He makes a show of opening the door for me and placing a hand on my lower back as we go through, of course he does.

I raise an eyebrow when he takes me towards an Aston Martin. 'This is yours, huh?' I murmur, looking at it appreciatively. 'Nice.'

He shoots me a funny look. 'You look at it better than you look at me.'

I smirk at him carelessly. 'Well, the car's actually good looking, so...'

He scowls, opening the door. 'Get in.'