closer.
"Weird was the towel," I stammered, nervously.
"Good weird?" He took another step closer and I tasted a hint of that morning’s breakfast threaten a redecoration of his office walls.
My eyes went from him to his desk; my brain went from neatly stacked papers to me being thrown across them and him… okay stop . Just, no. Stupid, unstoppable giggles burst out of my mouth. I had two choices going on in my head: run or kiss him. Run or kiss him.
I could swear if I looked on my shoulder in that moment I'd see a little horny devil prodding me with an enormous penis-shaped pitchfork, chanting, " Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him ."
Suddenly, someone knocked at the door.
I stepped back, smoothed down my suit, and straightened my spine. His assistant poked her head in, waving a file of proofs and a cup of coffee. She stormed in with sharp clicking heels and didn't bat an eye at Holt's lack of clothes. My shoulders relaxed. This was a regular occurrence then. The smile he beamed at her was the same as he had given me earlier. So it wasn't only for me; there was absolutely nothing special about me, or this, or us. There was nothing at all.
He spoke with his assistant in hushed whispers as I shifted my body closer to the door. I wanted out.
Sophia walked in next, screeching at the top of her lungs about not being able to use any poetic license if he kept switching editors on her. As soon as she saw me, she abruptly stopped and frowned. Her eyes danced between James and me, her cheeks flamed, and she sneered at me under her breath, "Hmm. Holt’s half naked. Trying to climb up the ladder, Ms. Novak?"
"No, Ms. Willington, if I wanted to further my career here I'd just have Holt peek at my portfolio, I wouldn’t lower my standards to yours." I moved closer to her, my heart feeling like ice in my chest, rage and jealousy and hurt pumping through its cold, hardening chambers. "And what were you thinking to accomplish doing the in-house mail guy? I'm sure we could both agree how unsatisfactory that was."
"Please. I don't need to sleep with people to get to the top; I'm there already. This wasn't anything personal; he didn't even tell me about you. And he was far from unsatisfactory. Maybe he just needed to fuck something a little warmer than a cold fish. I enjoyed myself as you saw," she bragged.
"Sure you did. And thank you by the way, for doing him. I needed someone to take out my trash." I walked out with my head held high. James was right; she could have him. Why the hell would I want him now anyway?
The thoughts didn't stop me from hitting the first restroom in sight and losing my breakfast in one of its stalls. Why did she have to be so in my face about it? It was as if I was back in high school.
I hid the rest of the morning in my office, ignoring everyone. I needed to stay away from James before I started falling for his attention and got hurt. And I needed to get over the fact I wasn't getting married to the giraffe.
The lobby was empty as I waited, the sounds of the traffic outside muted to a dull roar. The ding of the elevator caught my attention. As the door slid open silently, I saw a well-dressed Jameson Holt. The sight of him had my pulse racing and I was angered by the hold Holt's charm had over my libido; it was humiliating. His eyes caught sight of me and his lips curved into a slow, sexy smile. So unfair.
"You need to sue my phone for sexual harassment. My phone is a dirty, pervy old man," he chuckled.
"I dunno, I think he's sort of cute. I'm single now; maybe I should ask him out for coffee."
"Why not send him some dirty selfies later tonight, see what he thinks?" he smirked back.
"As always, sir, our verbal sparring is quite intoxicating," I teased dramatically.
"I’m serious. All my phone seems to want to do is sext with you," he winked.
Mandy and Frank walked up behind us laughing, "I am starving," Mandy said, leaning her elbow on Frank's shoulder, "where are we going?"
I watched as James's
"Weird was the towel," I stammered, nervously.
"Good weird?" He took another step closer and I tasted a hint of that morning’s breakfast threaten a redecoration of his office walls.
My eyes went from him to his desk; my brain went from neatly stacked papers to me being thrown across them and him… okay stop . Just, no. Stupid, unstoppable giggles burst out of my mouth. I had two choices going on in my head: run or kiss him. Run or kiss him.
I could swear if I looked on my shoulder in that moment I'd see a little horny devil prodding me with an enormous penis-shaped pitchfork, chanting, " Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him ."
Suddenly, someone knocked at the door.
I stepped back, smoothed down my suit, and straightened my spine. His assistant poked her head in, waving a file of proofs and a cup of coffee. She stormed in with sharp clicking heels and didn't bat an eye at Holt's lack of clothes. My shoulders relaxed. This was a regular occurrence then. The smile he beamed at her was the same as he had given me earlier. So it wasn't only for me; there was absolutely nothing special about me, or this, or us. There was nothing at all.
He spoke with his assistant in hushed whispers as I shifted my body closer to the door. I wanted out.
Sophia walked in next, screeching at the top of her lungs about not being able to use any poetic license if he kept switching editors on her. As soon as she saw me, she abruptly stopped and frowned. Her eyes danced between James and me, her cheeks flamed, and she sneered at me under her breath, "Hmm. Holt’s half naked. Trying to climb up the ladder, Ms. Novak?"
"No, Ms. Willington, if I wanted to further my career here I'd just have Holt peek at my portfolio, I wouldn’t lower my standards to yours." I moved closer to her, my heart feeling like ice in my chest, rage and jealousy and hurt pumping through its cold, hardening chambers. "And what were you thinking to accomplish doing the in-house mail guy? I'm sure we could both agree how unsatisfactory that was."
"Please. I don't need to sleep with people to get to the top; I'm there already. This wasn't anything personal; he didn't even tell me about you. And he was far from unsatisfactory. Maybe he just needed to fuck something a little warmer than a cold fish. I enjoyed myself as you saw," she bragged.
"Sure you did. And thank you by the way, for doing him. I needed someone to take out my trash." I walked out with my head held high. James was right; she could have him. Why the hell would I want him now anyway?
The thoughts didn't stop me from hitting the first restroom in sight and losing my breakfast in one of its stalls. Why did she have to be so in my face about it? It was as if I was back in high school.
I hid the rest of the morning in my office, ignoring everyone. I needed to stay away from James before I started falling for his attention and got hurt. And I needed to get over the fact I wasn't getting married to the giraffe.
The lobby was empty as I waited, the sounds of the traffic outside muted to a dull roar. The ding of the elevator caught my attention. As the door slid open silently, I saw a well-dressed Jameson Holt. The sight of him had my pulse racing and I was angered by the hold Holt's charm had over my libido; it was humiliating. His eyes caught sight of me and his lips curved into a slow, sexy smile. So unfair.
"You need to sue my phone for sexual harassment. My phone is a dirty, pervy old man," he chuckled.
"I dunno, I think he's sort of cute. I'm single now; maybe I should ask him out for coffee."
"Why not send him some dirty selfies later tonight, see what he thinks?" he smirked back.
"As always, sir, our verbal sparring is quite intoxicating," I teased dramatically.
"I’m serious. All my phone seems to want to do is sext with you," he winked.
Mandy and Frank walked up behind us laughing, "I am starving," Mandy said, leaning her elbow on Frank's shoulder, "where are we going?"
I watched as James's
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