I gave her an extra pointed look because she of all people should know that.
She cleared her throat and rephrased it. “I meant, aren’t you scared he won’t feel the same?”
“Why?” I said. “If I love him… I’m sure he loves me. I can’t be in this emotion alone.”
Hartland didn’t say anything.
Neither did Lavender.
But they did look at each other for a long time.
I tried to ignore whatever it was, forcing myself to focus on my job, but the questions started piling up in my head.
After a while,the door opened without a knock and Marlon stepped in, eyes scanning once before landing on me. Hartland straightened in his chair immediately. Lavender sat up like she’d been caught doing something wrong even though she hadn’t.
“Let’s go,” he said simply.
I grabbed my iPad and stood, smoothing my skirt down like I wasn’t just having a whole internal crisis five minutes ago.
“Well friends, duty calls,” I muttered to them.
Hartland smirked and whispered. “You mean your man calls.”
I shot him a look. “Shut up.”
Lavender watched us a little too close as Marlon and I walked out.
I ignored it.
We walked side by side down the hall, his stride steady, mine a half-step behind before I matched it. I barely caught up before I felt his hand on my waist, pulling me into the copy room with him.
My sense of awareness was off as he scanned the room for employees. When he confirmed it was clear, he turned to me. I waited for him get closer, until he had me against the wall. Then, while looking me in the eyes, he lifted me by my thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he pulled my skirt up.
“I’m still thinking about last night.”
I heard his belt unbuckle.
“About how you rode me…”
He pushed into me and I hissed in a breath.
“…why don’t you do it again for me.”
“Marlon—” I started but he covered my mouth.
“Shh… nobody can hear us. Let’s be quick, aight? We can talk after.”
I nodded but he didn’t move his hand. He kept his other hand on my waist too, propping me up as I started moving. I’d be lying if I said I was focused. It felt good, don’t get me wrong, but my mind was else where, questioning everything.
But I worked my hips against him and he did the same, hammering me into the wall.
We came at the same time and I felt like that was a sign.
“Fuck, Bunny.” he moaned as he finished.
When he pulled out and put me down, he quickly fixed his pants back. I straightened myself, checking my hair in the printer screen but I didn’t say anything.
I didn’t tease or make a smart remark and that alone was enough to shift the air between us.
