Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

I nodded my head, just relieved it had nothing to do with me. I’d had an amazing time with her the other night, and though I knew it would be stupid to continue anything, there was still that small hope there. Just as I was about to say something, one of the employees walked in to get the meeting room straightened up. I nodded toward the door and walked side by side through the office, talking low as if we were discussing business. Finally, when we reached the end of the hall, we ducked into my office and shut the door. At first, we were standing enticingly close together, and for a moment, my breath caught in my throat, and all I could think about was pressing my mouth against hers. She smiled and put her hand on my face, leaning forward and kissing my cheek before walking over and sitting down in the chair across from the desk.

I walked over and sat down, leaning back in my chair and taking in a deep breath, my hands folded in front of me. I wasn’t sure what to say so I was giving her the opportunity to talk first. She stood up and walked around the room, looking at the pictures on the walls. She stopped at the last one and smiled. It was her father and me when we first opened our office in Brooklyn. Regardless of how things had ended, we had been best friends back then, and I missed him from time to time. She moved past that and looked at my shelves, running her fingers along the spines of the books I kept up there. For some reason, even though I never read them, it felt right or comforting to me to keep the classics on the shelf. Some people thought it was a décor thing, but it was more of a home away from home kind of thing. I cleared my throat, grabbing her attention. She walked back over and took a seat.

“First of all, go with your family to the polo match,” I said. “I forgot how much your dad liked that event, and I know it's important for him to do family things together. I’ll just pull you behind the bathrooms in the afternoon and steel some of your time.”

“That’s so romantic, Tanner.” Her sardonic tone said how unromantic she found the idea.

“Well, you know how I am,” I replied, laughing. “I want to apologize for Friday night. I mean, I don’t regret it in the least, but I also felt like it was something both of us did after a lot of alcohol and a really long week at work. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.”

“It’s okay,” she said, standing back up. “I don’t apologize at all, actually.”

I looked at her as she stepped forward. She had a playful look on her face, and she leaned forward on my desk, her shirt sinking low and her breasts heaving forward. I wanted to stick my face in it, but I refrained, instead of looking up into her eyes. She was biting the edge of her lip, and she reached forward, grabbing my tie. As she pulled me forward, she took my bottom lip in her mouth and sucked it hard and slow. As she released it from her mouth, mine was hanging wide open, shocked at her response.

“I didn’t mind it at all,” she whispered. “Probably because I wanted it so bad.”

She glanced down at my cock that was, at that point, rock solid and throbbing. Instantly, my mind went somewhere else. I pictured her walking around the desk and kneeling out of view, unzipping my pants and putting those luscious lips around my cock. Without a doubt, she knew what I was thinking and let go of my tie, winked and turned, sashaying out of the office. I watched her ass move back and forth in her skirt, and I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my hand down my hard cock. If it wasn’t a day full of meetings, I’d lock the door and jack my cock right there, bringing her in to watch, but I knew that was something we would easily get caught for. I was the owner of the company, but I didn’t make a habit of fucking people in the office, well not very often at least.

I sat for at least fifteen minutes trying to get my cock to go down. I had several more meetings to get through that day, and I didn’t want to do it with a raging hard-on the entire time. When I finally emerged from the office, I didn’t even look over at her room, but I could hear her giggling as I walked past. I did the best to hide my smile and then went into the meetings, immersing myself in the information that was being given, even though I knew it all already. I was, after all, the one who wrote the schedule for the meetings. When the last meeting was over, I went back to my room and found that Ava had already left for the day. I was disappointed until I saw a note on my desk that read, “Check your phone.”

I picked my phone up and looked at it, not sure what she was talking about. There were no new messages, no missed calls, nothing. I had left it in my office while I was in the meetings, more by accident than on purpose. I sighed, not sure why, unless she hadn’t sent me anything yet. I looked at the note again but that was what it said. I scratched my head and put it down, gathering my files and putting them in my briefcase. As I piled the files in the bag, I stopped, thinking about the other places something could be left on my phone. I pulled it back out and went to the camera roll. My mouth dropped open as I stared down at the photo. Apparently, Ava had come into my office and snapped a pic of her tits and left it as a gift for me on my phone.

I stared down at those perfectly round firm breasts, and my mouth started to water. I sat down in my chair and shook my head. This girl was crazy, and she was completely messing with my head. I wanted to screw the hell out of her, and it wasn’t easy keeping myself straight, especially when she did shit like that. Part of me really wanted to keep it, knowing I was going to be alone later and that would get me going to finish what she’d started earlier. But knowing how much of an imagination I had, and how I didn’t want anyone accidentally looking at her breasts on my phone, I deleted it, feeling almost a loss when the message disappeared. I opened my texts and sent her back a shocked emoji face and then the one with sunglasses. I laughed and grabbed my bag, happier than I had a right to be with how my day had gone so far.

I left work in a daze of happiness and horniness, hoping I would get to spend some time with Ava before the weekend, though I didn’t expect anything. Now that I knew Dean was going to be at the polo match, I wasn’t looking forward to it as much as I thought I would. Even if Ava was there with him, I would only be able to watch her from afar. The last thing I want to do was get into an argument with his ass. He was hard-headed and wouldn’t back down from an argument. I didn’t want to disrespect Ava’s father in front of her, but that might end up proving harder to do than I’d originally thought.

Either way, she was sauntering away, and I was standing in my office with a giant boner.

Chapter 8: Ava

The polo match was only a few days away, and I was freaking out about it. I couldn’t go with my coworkers because my parents would find out I’d lied about my job. I told my parents I would go with them, but what if someo

ne from work recognized me? I was starting to think it was a better idea to just stay home and relax, especially since everyone else would be there, giving me ample time to get some rest and relaxation. I didn’t know, though. It was almost impossible for anything to be that simple, especially when it came to my father and interrupting family time. I knew with my mother’s constant need to gossip and talk with her friends, I was my father’s only escape. While that was great, it was also a serious liability for me and keeping my secret. Why had my life become so darned complicated? I guessed I’d done it to myself with all this sneaking around, but my father’s past was taking a definite toll on my future.

I had several days to think about it. It was only Wednesday, but I was having a hard time concentrating on my work. Hiding this from my dad seemed a little bit more stressful than I thought it would be. Not to mention there was this insane sexual attraction between Tanner and me, and that did not help my stress levels at that moment. It was strange that as much as he was part of my stress, I almost felt better anytime he was around. All morning, when he would come to my desk to talk, drop something off, or whatever, I could feel my nerves begin to go from boiling to just a simmer in about thirty seconds flat. It was stupid, and I knew I couldn’t read into it, but it was helping for now.

As if he could read my mind, I glanced up to find Tanner looking across the hall at me, leaned back in his chair as if he were contemplating something. I smiled and looked back down, realizing that it was almost time to break for lunch. He got up and walked toward me, smiling as other employees passed in the hallway.

“Hey, there,” he said, ducking into my doorway. “Wanna go grab lunch together?”

“Um, sure,” I said, cheerfully. “Give me five minutes to get my stuff together?”

“Sure,” he said. “Just grab me when you are ready.”

It had been the first time we would have lunch since the second day I worked for the company. Every day, I waited patiently, hoping he would ask me out again, but he was trying to keep quiet the fact that we were somewhat, in a weird way, seeing each other. He didn’t want the others to see us together alone too often because they would immediately start rumors. I realized when I came to work in the real world that the office drama was like being back in high school, except we got paid for it. The last thing I wanted was to be the topic of the rumor mill with the women in the office who had nothing better to do with their time. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t turn out too well for them since Tanner didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would put up with that kind of thing. Either way, first and foremost, I was there to do a job and rumors of a personal relationship would get in the way of that.

When I was ready to go, we walked nonchalantly to the elevator, no one really noticing at all. We walked three blocks south to a small organic deli and ordered some sandwiches. I sat at a small, round table watching Tanner wait for our order at the counter as I sipped on my tea, thinking about how handsome he looked. That was exactly one of the biggest problems. I couldn’t get my mind off him to even start to think of a solution. When he finally sat down, I forced a smile through my trance and sat back, taking a deep breath.

“What’s up? You seem distracted,” he said, picking up his sandwich.

“I’ve just been thinking about the polo match a lot,” I replied. “I don’t regret taking this job at all, but I also didn’t realize how complicated things would get. It’s been more stressful than I thought it would be. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me making things stressful, but either way, it’s on my mind.”

“I can understand that,” he said.

“I think I’ve decided to not go to the polo match at all,” I replied. “I’m going to tell my parents I’m sick and just take the day and be home.”

“But I wanted to see you,” he said with a pouty lip.

“You see me every day.” I chuckled at his frowny face.