It's Arlo. Fuck. They're going to give me so much shit for this.
I manage to zip my rock-hard dick into my pants just as they open my office door.
"Oh! Hi. Sorry, I saw your car out back and assumed you were here alone. I didn't know you had a client today."
Shit. I parked here before the museum and walked over. "Uhhhh, just a consultation. Arlo, this is B; she was in the other day."
Arlo waves from the doorway. "I remember."
An awkward silence falls upon the room, and I scramble for something to say, but Arlo saves me.
"I just came to grab my tablet. Forgot I left it charging at my station."
As soon as Arlo leaves the room, I look over at B. "I'm so fucking sorry about that."
She shrugs. "It was thrilling."
"It was something..."
Arlo pops their head in again. "Heading out. I'll see you tomorrow."
All I can do is wave. I'm sure my face is beet red, giving me away. Not to mention the sweat that's coating my forehead.
"I'm going to head out too," B says, and she walks by me, heading for my office door. But she pauses before she gets there, looking at me with a coy smile.
I can't lie, I'm really fucking disappointed. "You sure I can't convince you to stay?"
She shakes her head. "I've got somewhere to be."
"Another date?"
She tries to hide her growing smile by biting her lips between her teeth. "This wasnota date."
"Right."
I walk over to her and get really close. "Well, this was fun. Until it wasn't."
She leans against the open door, acting casual. "Yeah."
"Yeah? That's all you have to say?"
She pushes off the door and throws her arms around my neck, pressing her body into mine. "What? Do you want me to gush all over you and tell you that you have the prettiest cock I've ever seen?"
"Well...is it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"That is why I asked." I lean down so our faces are close, testing out a theory.
"I guess you'll never know then."
I lean in another inch, and she leans her head back, away from mine. That's what I thought.
She releases my neck and walks out ofmy office.
"That's it? You're not gonna ask me to take you to dinner or bring you back to my place to finish what we started?"
She turns her head to look back at me. "That's not really the kinda girl I am."
