Bad Attitude - A Fake Fiance Romance

I knew I had to find a way to let her down easy. It would be better in the long run. I cleared my throat, something that actually got her to turn toward me.

“Well, I should get going,” I told her, standing up.

Hayley looked up at me, her eyes wide. It was like she was wondering if she had failed a test. “Already?” she asked, slightly breathless again. “Your coffee isn’t even done.”

I couldn’t help it. All my frustrations from that morning started to overflow. How could she possibly expect me to stay when she hadn’t shown the least bit of interest in me?

“You’ve barely said one word to me this whole time,” I snapped a little too loudly. “It is obvious, by your silence, what you think of me, and I won’t bother you any longer. I’m going to head up to Ann’s office now. By the time you finish your hot chocolate, I will be gone, and you won’t have to ever see me again.”

I picked up my cane and left without looking at her.

Chapter Four

Hayley

The disaster of a date was mercifully short, and my lunch break at the time was thirty minutes, so I had to get back to work after my hot chocolate was done. I had thought that Liam asked me out as a joke, but when he snapped at me, I wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Was he really interested? Did he indicate that he was? Maybe he had, and I hadn’t noticed, being too busy hiding in my shell. He did seem to think that my inability to talk was rude.

I guess I could kinda see that. I certainly hadn’t meant it that way.

In any case, things hadn’t gone well, and I got back to the office feeling deflated and a little annoyed with myself for being so honest about how I had never been on a date with a billionaire before. I had even been stupid enough to say ‘rich guy’ rather than his actual title of CEO.

The God’s honest truth was that I had never been on a date at all. Men never noticed me, ever. I was really quiet and tended to stay in my shell. My body wasn’t too bad, but I never really tried to show it.

My job at Howell and Howell was the first time I had worn a skirt for any extended period of time. I actually wore tights under it just in case. I was nothing if not modest.

I didn’t have the nerve to go chasing after cock, no matter how much I might have wanted to. Meeting Mr. Adams hadn’t helped. Just knowing that there were such men in the world stoked my fires even higher. It wasn’t even his money that attracted me to him but how he had gotten it. He was obviously quite clever with an amazing amount of business acumen to go from a wounded veteran to a self-made billionaire. That, combined with his good looks and super-fit body, made me want to let him take my virginity, even if I did have to be on top.

As I sat at my desk thinking about Liam, the tightness in my pussy got to be too much. I was literally squirming in my seat, my legs tightly crossed as I imagined him naked before me. Looking around to make sure no one was looking, I snuck away from my workstation, hoping that Ms. Howell wouldn’t need anything before I did what I needed to do.

One of the advantages of my job was that I had the key to the supply closet. I hadn’t been working for Ms. Howell for long, but the supply closet had already become a much-valued escape, particularly when I was feeling overwhelmed, which was quite a bit in the very early days — the city itself taking its toll on my nerves.

Getting into the closet and closing and locking the door behind me, I looked for a good place. Finding a relatively comfortable patch of carpet near a corner, I sat down, my back against the wall and spread my legs. The relief was nearly immediate. I debated with myself as to whether I should actually take my tights off or leave them on. I decided to leave them on, in case I needed to get ready quickly.

I hiked my skirt up around my waist and slipped my hand into the front of my tights. The urge was to plunge my finger in my pussy and start pounding away, but I held myself back, knowing that my pussy was too tight and sensitive for that. It was not the sort of mistake that one tended to make twice.

Gently cupping my aching little pussy, I imagined Liam in front of me.

I was in a bed, completely naked and he had just come in wearing only a tank top and a pair of jeans. He took them off as I watched, first peeling off the tank top revealing his powerful chest and rippling abs. Then, he slowly unbuckled his belt, gradually pulling it out loop by loop. The belt dropped away, and I imagined him coming towards me, unbuttoning and then unzipping his jeans as he approached. He was in front of me before his jeans came down, revealing his cock, already well on its way to full hardness.