Page 17 of In His Office

Morgan

I’d lost my mind.

I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this.

I shouldn’t be imagining him pushing me up against the wall, kissing me, tearing my panties off and driving his cock deep into my pussy with every step I took away from his office.

I shouldn’t be thinking about turning back around and telling him exactly where to shove it in hopes that he would do exactly that.

This was a potential client and one I sorely needed.

On one hand, the rising tension and undeniable attraction between us was something I couldn’t just ignore. It was palpable, a physical sensation that seemed to charge the air around us. His presence was overwhelming, consuming, and the way he moved, even when it was something as simple as raising his eyebrows in my direction, was unintentionally seductive.

On the other hand, there was the stern voice of professionalism in my head, reminding me about how high the stakes were. This wasn’t just about me; it was about my company, my team who depended on me, our future. I needed to secure this deal with Mr. Blackwater, to prove that we could rise above the recent setbacks and reclaim our reputation.

Giving in to these personal feelings, no matter how strong they might be, could jeopardize everything I had worked for.

I tried to steady my breathing, to calm the racing of my heart.

Focus, you’re here for business. You can’t let this… whatever this is, distract you.

I needed to maintain control, to keep this relationship strictly professional.

I dug into my laptop bag, looking for my phone. I needed to call Zara. Maybe she’d have a few ideas about how I could handle Mr. Blackwater.

Wait. Where was my phone?

I stopped walking and started pushing my hand into each and every pocket. It was nowhere to be found.

Oh, fuck me. I knew where it was.

I’d put it down on his desk.

That meant I needed to go back, and I ran my hand down the line of my face, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t there. That maybe I’d left it somewhere else, but I knew better. I could envision it, could see it still sitting there in my head.

I turned around and seriously contemplated leaving my phone there and going home. I could buy a new phone.

Every rational part of me screamed to do just that, to avoid any further interaction between us. But I couldn’t. That phone was the lifeline of my business. It contained so many crucial contacts and confidential information.

I needed to go back and get it.

I had a responsibility to my clients. I had to get it back.

Fuck me.

I turned around.

As I made my way back to his office, my mind raced with scenarios of how I could swiftly retrieve my phone without causing things to spiral between us even further.

In and out. Just grab your phone and leave…

Reaching his office door, I paused, gathering my composure. I knocked lightly, hoping that maybe he wasn’t there, that I could just grab my phone and escape unnoticed. When no one came to the door, I tried to turn the knob, but it was locked, just like I thought it would be.

So, I knocked a little harder.

And I waited.

At first, no one came, so I knocked again, much more firmly this time, and finally I heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside the room.

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