The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

28. Sexting

I was panicking.

I was wine drunk on a Sunday night, Aaliyah and I facetiming with face masks on.

"Fuck!" I cursed at my phone.

"What?"

Brent had sent me a shirtless picture, which I decided to send him a topless one, too.

I sent it to the wrong person.

Tyler and I had never spoken through text; he gave me his number for work emergencies only.

I didn't realize my mistake until I hit send.

shit! sorry!! wasnt for you. fuck
-me, 11:55 pm

you couldn't wait until next week?
-Tyler, 11:59 pm

please pretend that didn't happen.
-me, 12:02 am

He left me on read.

...

Monday

I got to work, more anxious than usual with what had happened with Tyler.

"No good morning?" Emily asked as I passed her. I was literally so out of it that I didn't notice her at first.

"I had a long ass weekend."

"In a good way?" She laughed.

I chuckled.

"I'll take that as a yes." She replied, walking over to her desk.

I set my stuff down in my cubicle before I noticed Tyler already in his office.

I looked around, everyone was dead set at their work. I got up, making my way towards his door.

I knocked, coming in.

"Hey..." I replied, walking in.

He looked up at me for a moment.

"You need something?" He looked down at his wrist watch.

"No, no. Just really quick, I wanted to apologize for last night. I know that number was only for emergencies; I meant to send it to someone else."

"You for real?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

"So you wasted a minute of my time to apologize for something insignificant. I've already seen you naked. Shit doesn't matter," he got up.

I was fully taken a back.

"Excuse me? I'm trying to be professional."

"Who were those pictures for?" He asked, ignoring my question.

"What?"

He walked closer, leaning back on the corner of the desk behind him.

"You meant to send those to someone else. Who?"

"That's not the point. I'm try—,"

"So what's the point?" Tyler licked his bottom lip.

"The point is that I came to apologize to my boss for sending him a nude through text, which was obviously not right–,"

"But fucking your boss is?"

I rolled my eyes. Like he was trying to be hard on me on purpose.

"Do you accept it or not?" I crossed my arms, annoyed.

"You wasted..." he looked down at his watch. "...2 minutes of my time." She smirked.

"Whatever. I'm trying to be nice about this shit." I replied, anger in my tone.

He grabbed my neck, pulling me into him while my hands began to linger around every other part of him.

The kiss was stopped short as he pushed me on the desk behind us instead.

I caught my breath, watching him undo his belt.

He put on a condom while we kissed, trying to do everything as fast as we possible could.

I moved my dress up, Tyler feeling me up before inserting himself.

My head fell back as I felt him go deeper with each stroke.

"Shit, right there. Faster." I spoke, watching his facial expressions change in front of me. It turned me on even more.

He took hold of my waist, sliding in and out slowly; I could tell he was ready to cum. I wasn't close, but it felt good anyway.

Tyler came; grunting as his eyes trailed my lips, going in to kiss me again before pulling out.

"You didn't cum." He stated, pulling up his trousers.

"It's fine—,"

"Play with yourself."

I chuckled, thinking he was joking. Before I could put my underwear up he stopped me, grabbing my hand and placing it on top of my underwear.

I did, my fingers doing the work as my head fell back. I forced myself to keep quiet, not wanting to moan.

I locked my view on Tyler, he watched as he adjusted his belt.

I came; Tyler smirking at me.

"10 minutes." He spoke. Alluding to how long we've been stuck in his office.

"Fast enough for you?" I joked.

He was silent before adjusting the buttons on his suit jacket. He spoke again.

"You cheating on him?"

"The fuck are you talking about?" I asked, turning around to look at him.

"You meant to send those to someone else."

"It's not like that. We're just fucking."

"Mhm. You not as innocent as you make yourself seem," he kissed down my neck.

"I never said I was?"

He shrugged. "Maybe that's just the feeling you put out."

"That I'm innocent?" I laughed.

"Compared to Maribel?" He smirked, insinuating that she just looked like a sexual woman. Whereas I looked pretty inexperienced, which I agreed with.

"You got your notes? Signatures? Everything you need right?" He asked.

I nodded, grabbing the pen from the desk.

"Stays between you and me, aight?" He opened the door, letting me walk out first. As I sat back down at my desk, I watched him talk over with Maribel about what was next on his schedule.