Keen eyes once again crawl over me.
I know he likes what he sees, and this may turn dark.
Why can’t I just meet a man who isn’t a fucking pig?
Oh well, if it gets me what I need.
“It’s warm in here,” I chuckle awkwardly, biting my lip while slipping off my jacket.
The buttons on my blouse are low enough to offer some cleavage, and he doesn’t prove me wrong.
His eyes move there like a magnetic pull.
Shifting in his seat, he smirks at me, the asshole.
“Our company’s scholarship money has all been allocated already, I’m afraid.”
I deflate inside but offer him a nod of my head. “I understand,”
Getting to my feet I begin to unbutton my blouse.
Mr. Lee’s eyes expand and he holds up his hand, but doesn’t get up to put any effort into stopping me.
“What are you doing?” his breathing is labored already, and I can see his dick thickening in his slacks.
“Maybe you would like to offer me a personal scholarship?”
I make my words purr, and his brow pinches as he watches me push my skirt down my legs, leaving me in just my underwear and knee length socks.
I was going for the catholic schoolgirl look to appear innocent and worthy, but it works for slutty and desperate, too.
“I’m married,” he quickly barks out.
I blink at him, and bite my lip to stop from laughing. He’s loosening his tie as he speaks.
“I…don’t usually do this.”
“Neither do I,” I lie, pushing my panties down.
That’s all it takes for him to be out his chair and bending me over the desk.
I feel dirty, and my gut hurts from the edge of the desk.
Mr. Lee’s wife must be holding out on him because he was done in under a minute.
Fastest two thousand dollars I’ve ever made.
The doors to the elevator open, and I step inside, giving Mr. Lee a finger salute before the doors close. Pervert.
When it stops on the next floor, my cheeks burn.
I know no one knows what just happened, but the shame is there on my features all the same.
Keeping my head low, I smell the fresh scent of linen and rainforest.
The figure doesn’t step in right away, so I look up, my eyes slowly trailing up his form.
A fitted suit, surely tailored to fit him like a glove, broad shoulders, a thick neck, and a prominent Adam’s apple bobbing makes the slut in me bite my lip.
Before I reach his face, he steps in and moves behind me.
Every sense in my body is hyper aware of him.
My pulse quickens, and my mind races as we descend to the foyer.
It’s unnerving, this intense sensation taking over me just by this guy standing behind me.
So close.
Am I imagining his breath on my hair? The subtle weight of him shifting closer …
The doors open, and I step out, taking a deep breath as though I’d been starved inside there with no oxygen.
I turn to look at the person who evoked such a reaction, but the doors close, and he doesn’t stop them.
Why did he not get out?
Seventeen
Chapter
ERIK
Frantic.
That’s the only way to describe my mind when the doors opened and my Alice was inside my elevator. She could have only been coming from Lee’s office.
She looked flustered and then seemed even more so the longer we were alone together.
You wanted me, didn’t you, Alice? You sensed who I was, and it thrilled you.
I bet your pussy was soaking, begging to find relief.
I take the elevator all the way up to Lee’s office and find him sitting behind his desk.
His eyes widen at seeing me in here.
Our friendship is strained these days, and I usually do everything through his assistant.
“The girl,” I say, and he blanches.
“I’m sorry, what girl?”
Is he being a dumb fuck on purpose?
“The one who just left your office. What was she here for?”
As if just remembering that a girl left his office mere fucking minutes ago, he waves his hand in dismissal.
“She was a student looking to join our scholarship program.”
“And did you hear her out?”
He raises an over plucked brow.
I bet he gets his balls waxed too, the fucking queen.
“Do you know her?”
“No,” I sound defensive, even to my own ears.
“Well, the scholarship money gets allocated months before students even graduate. And students don’t come here to beg for the money, it’s awarded by a board,”
“I’m taking some time off,” I announce, changing the subject.
“What, why?” he huffs, picking up a pen and weaving it through his fingers.
“Because my brother in-law was killed in a hit and run, my sister needs me,” I grunt.
He sits up straight, fidgeting at hearing this, then he grimaces. “I’m sorry. I had no idea, and if there’s anything I can do…”
Yeah, stay away from my fucking girl.
Eighteen
Chapter
ALICE
I remember once a girl asked me if I’d ever had the feeling like someone was watching me.