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But I held back because I had to.
At one point, she set her phone down on the edge of the desk, and we both glanced at it. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, imagining the feeling of her pussy clenching around my cock, and I let it out in a rush.
“Don’t forget your phone this time,” I said, trying to keep my tone light, despite the heat that underlaid my words.
She looked at the phone and then back at me, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Right, I wouldn’t want to give you any reason to think I’m forgetful,” she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of humor and something else I couldn’t quite place.
What was she thinking?
The moment stretched on, each of us seemingly waiting for the other to make a move, to open the door for something more to happen. But neither of us did.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to read her mind…
A bit reluctantly, we turned back to our work and continued to list potential scientists to invite for the conference. At a little after six, I ordered Chinese take-out, which forced us to take a break.
As we waited for the food, I found myself wanting to know more about her. Despite my efforts to keep our interactions strictly professional, my curiosity about her was growing. I casually leaned back in my chair, trying to appear nonchalant while also wanting to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there over my desk.
“So, Morgan,” I started, picking up a pen and spinning it between my fingers. “I realized I don’t know much about your background. Where did you go to college?”
She looked up from her laptop, seeming a bit surprised by the personal nature of the question. “I went to the University of Washington,” she answered, a hint of pride in her voice. “Studied communications and business.”
“UW, that’s impressive,” I said, genuinely interested. “And how did you end up starting your own PR firm?”
Morgan leaned back too, her guard lowering slightly as she spoke about her journey. “It wasn’t easy. I worked a few corporate jobs after graduation, but I always wanted to do my own thing, to have a direct impact. So, I took a leap of faith and started my company.”
“Is that so?” I replied, unable to keep myself from watching her lips far too closely to be considered professional anymore.
Her eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and nostalgia. “It’s been a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I couldn’t help but admire her more. Starting a business from scratch required guts and resilience.
“That takes a lot of courage,” I said sincerely. “I respect that.”
She smiled, and for a moment, the room felt less like a workspace and more like a place where two people were simply getting to know each other.
Honestly, I was just playing myself that this could be anything more than a working relationship, that the two of us might have a normal future like everyone else.
Eventually, after we’d eaten dinner and finished our tasks for the day, I cleared my throat, noting that it was well after eight.
With a start like she hadn’t realized the time, she stood up, gathering her things but leaving the phone where it was. I glanced at it, and so did she, but neither of us said anything about it.
Interesting…
“I guess that’s it for today,” she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of reluctance, like she didn’t want to leave, and I cocked my head.
“Yeah, good work today,” I responded, trying to sound casual. Inside, I was wrestling with a desire to say more, to grab her and kiss her, but I held back.
We walked to the office door together, each step feeling heavier than the last.
“Goodnight, Hunter,” she said, pausing at the door.
“Goodnight, Morgan,” I replied, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary.
As she left, the air in the room felt colder, emptier. I turned back to the desk and saw her phone still lying there. A part of me wanted to run after her, to drag her back in here by the hair so I could show her what a little slut like her truly needed from a man like me.
But I didn’t.
I didn’t have to.
