If Grant hadn’t interrupted us I'd probably be in the throes of an orgasm right this moment, deep inside India.
Which sounds pretty damn good.
"No problem," Grant says. "I hope you two get together. Seriously, everyone expects to hear that you're getting married, so it would be a real let-down to find out you guys weren't even dating."
"We'll let you – and everyone else – know when the time is right."
"Sounds good," Grant says and then points to the hallway containing the offices. "If you don't mind, I'll go and get some work done."
"Later," I say and we watch Grant walk down the hallway, popping into his office.
"Phew," India says and wipes her brow dramatically. "That was close."
"It was really bad timing," I reply, my hands on my hips. I can't help but frown, upset that we were interrupted and that now, India has time to rethink things.
"It was good luck. We have to be sure," she says and comes closer, touching my face. "We have a beautiful relationship now. If things don't work out, and
most relationships don't, it will be hard when we break up."
"You see, you're already thinking the worst."
"I'm being a realist."
"You're being a pessimist," I reply. "I always think that whatever is meant to happen will happen and it’ll be for the best."
She shakes her head and steps back. "It won't be for the best if my heart gets broken when you find someone better to fuck."
"I'm not interested in you just because you're going to be a fantastic fuck, India."
She stands there and stares at me. "It's all so easy for you to just start this with no hesitation? You're not the least bit worried about us becoming involved?"
I move closer and slip my arm around her waist, pulling her close. She tries to resist, but I'm bigger and stronger. Despite her resistance, she finally gives in and lets me embrace her.
"I've wanted you for years," I say, my voice low and throaty.
She doesn't say anything but her eyes are soft.
I lean down and try to kiss her, but she leans back, one finger over my lips.
"One week, Jon. Those are my terms. After that, if we decide to go forward, I'm all yours when we, you know. Do it."
"When we do it?" I say, grinning.
"You know what I mean," she replies, unable to keep a smile off her lips.
"I do, and I look forward to when we do it. Which I expect will be a lot. If I had my way, I'd take you into my office right now, close the door and strip you naked, then eat and fuck you till you screamed my name."
She closes her eyes at that and I'm glad that at least I can elicit a response in her. She won't kiss me, so I finally release her and she turns away like she has to leave, and quickly, or she'll change her mind.
As for me, my pulse is racing once more from the feel of her body in my arms and at the thought of us finally – finally – fucking. I walk down the hallway to my office, wishing I could just take her hand and pull her with me, strip off her clothes, and do exactly what I've imagined for years. Eating and fucking India.
One day, she will let me take her into my office and I will do exactly that, just the way I want.
I spend the rest of the morning recovering from my encounter with India and Grant's discovery of us on the verge of truly getting it on. It's hard to focus on work, but I try, reading over the latest quarterly reports from our competitor so we can keep one step ahead of them. They have new tech in development that might be better than our latest, so we have to keep up on things.
I look at the design specs of our latest drone and think about how it might have helped India's brother when he was deployed in Iraq. This is what keeps me busy and dedicated to Pacifica – the desire to develop technology that improves things for soldiers in war zones.
When my watch says noon, I decide to acknowledge the grumbling in my stomach and grab my jacket, deciding to go down the street to get some food.