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I stepout of the bathroom and finish buttoning up my shirt. My tie hangs loosely around my neck.
“Heard you’ve been in fine form this morning,” Xavier, one of the partners at the firm, says from where he’s presently perched against my desk.
“Have you?” I ask, adjusting my tie as I stare into a mirror on the wall.
“Did you oversleep? Do the walk of shame this morning?” he presses.
Turning on my heel, I walk around my desk and take my seat. “I have no shame in anything I do. So, no, I didn’t do the walk of shame.”
“Why the shower? It’s barely past ten.” The thing about having friends who are lawyers is that they’re always full of questions and love to snoop in everyone’s business.
“I felt like a shower.” I shrug before firing up my computer, in hopes he’ll leave me alone if he thinks I’m working.
“Okay, so what has crawled up your ass then?”
“I fucked my new paralegal,” I tell him, running a hand down my face.
Xavier’s eyes widen in shock. “Come again?” he asks.
“I’m not repeating myself.” I glare in his direction before dropping my eyes to my computer screen.
The door opens and Nathan, our third partner, walks in. “Did I miss a meeting memo?” he asks.
“Nope, but you joined at the right time. Alistair here was about to fill me in on how the fuck he managed to fuck his new paralegal in the whole two hours the girl has worked here.” Xavier flops himself in a chair and Nathan pulls one up beside him. “It does explain the need for a shower though,” Xavier adds.
“I didn’t fuck her today. It was last night,” I correct him.
“Oh, well, that makes it so much better.” Nathan’s voice is dripping with sarcasm. Though he’s really not one to talk.
I scrunch my eyes at them. “Neither of you two are in any position to lecture me, considering you’re both dating employees.”
“Yeah, but we’re not you,” Xavier counters.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means what it means. We’re both in solid relationships. You don’t want that. You never have and, honestly, I’m not sure you ever will. You can’t just fuck your paralegal, move on to the next chick in a week’s time, and think everything is going to be hunky-dory,” Xavier says.
“I don’t see why not. We’re both consenting adults. She’s mature enough to know what she’s getting.” I smirk at the knowledge of exactly what Dani will get from me.
The best orgasms of her life. Orgasms that she’ll look back on and remember when she’s sixty, after she’s spent her life married to a dud. I have no doubt she’ll continue to recall the hours we spent together every time she touches herself…
FIVE
Why does the clock always tick slower on a Friday afternoon? All I want to do is escape this office and enjoy a couple of days without Alistair Warner watching me everywhere I turn.
I swear that man is purposely standing in areas that he knows I frequent. With the way his eyes roam over my body, heating me from the inside out with just a look, it takes everything in me to keep my legs from giving out.
Every night, I’ve been going home and giving my vibrating friend a workout and a half. No matter how much I try to replicate the feelings that man evoked in me, I can’t. I’m almost at the point of giving in, of begging him to put me out of my misery and make me come. I’d be fine if I didn’t have to look at his stupidly handsome face every day, all day. I could have gone on with my life, never thinking of that night again.
That magical, magical night.
Yeah, even I know that’s far-fetched. Of course I would have thought about it. Dreamt about it. But I wouldn’t have been tempted to look up that stranger for a repeat. That’s just not who I am. Although, with him, it was almost like I was a different person completely. Like I could let go of everything that burdened me and just be free.
To say it’s been a hellish week on both my mental and physical well-being would be an understatement. The former due to the fact that my brain has been hyperfocused on my boss. A person I should not be so focused on. And maybe because I’ve been obsessively stalking the honeymoon pictures Hunter has been posting. Yet another man I should not be concerning myself with. And the latter, well, that’s all down to my libido that seems to have taken a Viagra without my knowledge. That’s what Alistair Warner is. He’s lady Viagra.
The man really should come with warning labels:Engage at own risk. Liable to cause permanent damage.
