Looking around, I don’t see anyone, and the lights are mostly off. I walk toward where her office is, and it suddenly hits me that she could not be here. My heart speeds up and my stomach sinks and then rises, and when I step in front of her office door, everything in me settles.
She sits behind her desk with her hair piled on top of her head. Her eyes are focused on the screen behind her black-rimmed glasses. I knock on the door softly, and her eyes look up, and I can’t help the smile that fills my face.
"Hi." I step in, not sure what to do, and then I stop after two steps. "I," I start, but all the words are stuck in the back of my throat. "God, I didn’t think this through," I say, laughing nervously as she takes off her glasses and puts them down on her desk and pushes off to stand. I take her in when she walks around the desk. She’s wearing black pants with a black and white button-down shirt tucked into them. Her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows with her Rolex and love bracelet on. She’s so fucking gorgeous. "I mean, I did, but I’m not here so much." I try to calm the beating of my heart by telling myself she’s just another girl, but she’s not.
She laughs. "What are you doing here?" Folding her arms over her chest, she probably sizes me up and down.
"You said you couldn’t have dinner with me because you work late so …" I hold up the bags in my hands and take a deep exhale. "I brought you food."
"Oh my gosh, what?" she says, and I wish I could walk up to her and bend to kiss her lips. I wish I could dump the bags on the floor and fuck her on her desk.
"I can drop the food off," I say softly. "And you can have a feast all by yourself." I look down at the bags in my hand, taking another step out of my comfort zone. "Or I can stay and maybe we can have dinner together."
She shakes her head. "What do you have in there?" She points at the bags.
"Chinese food," I say, and then my mouth just stays open. "Fuck, do you even like Chinese food?" I look up at the ceiling and close my eyes. "I've never done this before. I should have maybe asked you."
"You’ve never done what before?" she asks me softly, her eyes never leaving mine.
"I’ve never brought food to a woman before," I tell her honestly. "Especially without knowing if I was going to be eating it or not." I look at her, and I’m already here, so I might as well lay it all out there for her. "I was sitting down thinking about you." I don’t tell her that all I do is think of her. "And I remember you said that you work late, so you couldn’t have dinner with me, so I figured I would …"
"Show up with a hundred pounds of food?" She laughs, and the sound is music to my ears and my cock.
"It might have played differently in my mind," I admit, looking down.
"How did it play out in your mind?" She tilts her head to the side, and I wonder if this is a good sign. I mean, she hasn’t kicked me out yet, so that is good, right?
"Well, in my head, I would bring you food, and you would be so grateful that you would let me taste you again." Her eyes go dark now. "Maybe you’d taste me."
"Did you have a plan B?” She takes a step forward, and the smell of her has my cock begging to let it out.
"Plan B would be you saying I could stay and have dinner with you," I tell her. "I mean, either is good. I’m not opposed to either of them."
"Well." She steps closer to me, and I can smell her, and it takes everything inside me not to grab her face in my hand. "Since we are at my job, and I like my job." She looks around. "And I don’t know if anyone is still here. How about we go with plan B?"
I smile now. "Really?" I ask her, shocked she would have dinner with me. "Wow." I don’t even hide my shock. "Okay, good. Let’s have dinner."
Chapter 15
Frances
He smiles at me so big it lights up his eyes. "Really? Wow." His voice comes out in a high pitch. "Okay, good. Let’s have dinner," he says, shocked, and he isn’t the only one. I’m shocked myself. This whole scene is shocking to me. Him showing up here with dinner. Me accepting to have dinner with him. It’s just got my head going in circles.