*** Lex's POV ***
"Good morning, Lex."
I freeze when I hear Opal right behind me. I roll my chair back and fix a stern look at her.
"I came by to apologize for my behavior. I went yesterday to a therapist and..."
"Opal we can be work colleagues and I will remain professional, but I don't care to hear about any of your personal business. Now can I do something for you?" I say stiffly.
"How...how's Kinsey?" It's like she can't help herself. I clench my fist, pissed that she'd go there. She notices and back-pedals. "I'm sorry. I just...this is so hard."
"No offense, Opal but I don't want to hear how you getting over your obsession with my girlfriend is hard." I growl.
"You know what, Lex? You don't have to be a dick about it." Opal storms away.
I get up and go directly to Alan's office. "How much control do you have over keeping Opal away from my desk?"
"Fuck. She came over there?"
"And had the nerve to ask about Kinsey." I say.
"Thanks for telling me. I'm sorry that HR is not willing to do anything more, but I'm keeping a log. I suggest you do the same." He advises.
Thankfully the rest of the day is uneventful. I head to Kinsey's, getting a pizza and six-pack on the way. I'm watching Netflix when my phone buzzes.
Text from Cara: What are you up to?
"Fuck you, Cara." I say, not willing to bite. I delete the text.
Text from Cara: I need your help.
I put my phone back down. I'm not getting sucked into whatever bullshit game she's playing. My phone buzzes again.
Text from Cara: What do you think?
A picture accompanies the text. She is wearing a tight, spandex-looking dress with large cut-outs along the side. It leaves little to the imagination.
Text from me: What the fuck, Cara?
Text from Cara: I'm just looking for an opinion before I head out.
I look back at the picture. It's a sexy dress, but all I can picture is Kinsey in it. Fuck and now, I'm hard.
Text from Cara: Answer me and I'll leave you alone.
Text from me: What do you want me to say? Nice dress?
Text from Cara: That'll do. Here's hoping someone else appreciates it more than you did.
I roll my eyes but now I'm sitting around with a hard-on, trying to just eat pizza and relax.I grab my phone again and text Kinsey.
Text from me: Hey doll. I hope you had a good day. I'm thinking of you.
I decide to tease her by sending along a picture of my obviously hard dick in my pants. She doesn't respond. She's busy, having fun and relaxing. Eventually things quiet down, but boy is the image I conjured up of her in Cara's dress going to be the stuff of dreams later!
*** Kinsey's POV ***
The afternoon session was different than the morning session. This time we had a groom and his best man. Because of their chemistry, Malik and Fiona took the groom in order to show him what he and his wife should look like.
Which means I got the best man. He's an awful dancer, maybe a little drunk already, and he keeps putting his hands on my body where they needn't be.
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Romance*** COMPLETED STORY *** With a rough past that sent her life down an undesired path, Kinsey has made it work. She's in a job she mostly likes and excels in. She's a bit aimless in love, but who doesn't go through a time like that in their lifetime? ...
