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Thrills by Donna Missal
Admittedly I like workingfrom home because I don’t have to wear uncomfortable heels, pencil skirts, or stifling pant suits. I can prop my bare feet on the desk while wearing shorts and one of my cheesy gas station t-shirts that Noelle and I picked up on a trip. My hair can be in a bun and there’s no need for makeup. It’s surprisingly more efficient working from home because I don’t have to take time to get ready in the morning and fight traffic. Even though the noise of my house being destroyed is distracting, I’ve gotten a lot done this morning.
Pushing my chair back with my foot propped on the edge of the desk, I chew on my pen as I take a break. Going through all the org charts of both companies has been draining, and I need to get a proposal to Glen by the end of the week. Having Wyatt has been a lot of help, but the sensitive nature of this particular project is something I have to do on my own.
Biting down on the pen cap, I hear someone clear their throat from the doorway. I swivel around in my chair to see Adrian leaning against the frame, a cocky grin on his pretty face as he watches me.
Lowering my eyeglasses, I remove my feet from the desk and lean back in my chair to take in the view.
“You should keep them on, they’re sexy,” he says, motioning to my glasses now resting on the keyboard of my laptop.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
As per usual, he doesn’t take offense to my sometimes-direct nature and simply says, “The guys are taking off soon and I need to drop some of this waste off at the shop.”
Checking the time on my laptop, I realize the workday is almost over. “Oh, I was so busy I didn’t realize how late it was.”
Down the hall I can hear Moe’s portable radio playingIron Maidenat a respectable level. Adrian steps further into my office and I watch him intently as he stands in front of my desk. He leans forward, resting his palms on the wood as he peers at me with his soft brown eyes.
I bet they’re thinking about bending you over their desk and fucking that attitude right of you, just like I am right now.
Images of him thrusting into me while my cheek presses against the dark wood of my desk causes a rush of heat to flood directly to my core. The ache is so deep that I have to rub my thighs together.
“Rough day?” he asks, looking at the papers spread out on my desk.
Not understanding why those two words affect me so much, I sigh, not realizing how tense my body was until I let my shoulders fall back and my body relaxes.
“Yeah,” I answer honestly, but he doesn’t press for more.
“Have you eaten at all today?” he asks. “And don’t lie, because I know you can’t get to your kitchen.”
“Yeah.” I roll my eyes as I gesture to the packages of chips and cookies I found in my desk that I hate to admit might have been expired.
“Come on.” Adrian straightens up and motions for me to follow him.
Reluctantly, I get up from my desk, but admittedly, I’m curious as to what he’s up to.
Out in my living room, I have the chance to fully inspect the gravity of my living situation. I knew it would be messy, but I wasn’t prepared for everything to be covered in white dust, even though it’s wrapped in plastic.
The look on my face must be telling because Finlay tries to explain. “We used the vacuum while breaking up the tile, but the dust is so fine we can’t get everything,” he explains sympathetically. “But at least the plastic saves you from having to clean other surfaces.”
All of the tile has been removed, exposing the concrete floor underneath. The living room carpet has been fully removed, and the furniture is still piled up in the corner.
“We’ll be able to lay the flooring tomorrow,” Adrian confirms.
“I thought you said you would be able to do it today?”
“I might have overshot just a little bit,” Adrian says, gesturing with his fingers pinched together, “but I didn’t think you’d want us here until eight o’clock at night, either.”
“Not happening,” Finlay pipes up. “I got a life, even if you don’t,” Finlay teases Adrian, which I find confusing. For someone his age and who looks like him, I would think his calendar is full. “No offense,” he adds, looking at me.
I laugh, nodding my head.
“I’m gonna leave everything in the garage,” Moe says as he steps into the hallway addressing Adrian, who looks to me for confirmation.
I just keep telling myself it will all be worth it once this mess is done, and I’ll never be updating flooring again.
