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The meeting with Stormy was short and uneventful, ironically. I went through my schedule and how to forward me only important emails to which she said she already knew how. Fuck me, she’s a firecracker. It’s an attractive quality and I never know what’s going to come out of her pretty little mouth. Fuck, that mouth of hers. I want to see it wrapped around my cock leaving red lipstick all down it. The thought has me adjusting myself under my desk. I can’t be attracted to an employee, but I also can’t deny that I want to know more about her. It’s a mind fuck.
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The week passes quickly enough. Stormy and I get on for the most part. She takes special measure to make sure she isn’t alone with me unless she has to be. It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m wrapping things up for the day when an alert pops up on my phone warning me of an impending storm.Shit, I rode my bike today.It’s going to be a wet trip home. I check my watch and see it’s near closing time anyways. I’m going to go ahead and get out of here and hopefully avoid the worst of it. Standing from my desk, I close my laptop with the proposal I wasworking on and walk to my closet to retrieve the clothes I wore to work today. Stripping out of my suit, I pull on my jeans and boots. I replace my undershirt with a black Henley and my leather jacket over top. I put my laptop in my bag, along with some reports that I need to go over tonight. No rest for the wicked, I suppose. I shoot a text to Elijah telling him he can leave when he finishes up whatever he is working on. I’ll tell Stormy she can leave when I pass by her desk.
I open my office door and am graced by the sight of Stormy leaning over her desk looking for something. I can’t help but to sit and stare for a moment because she has a spectacular ass. Although, an argument could be made that her whole body is wrapped in a spectacular package. I scrub my hand over my face and walk towards her.
“There’s a storm coming in, so you can go ahead and leave for the day.” Stormy jumps at my sudden appearance by her but composes herself quickly.
“Yeah, thanks. It’s already raining pretty hard out there,” she states as she studies the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the city. It looks like getting out of here before the storm arrived was a moot point. It’s already here.
“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow, Ms. Brooks.” I stride past her holding my helmet under one arm and my bag slinged over the other. Waiting for the elevator seems to take longer than usual, but I think its myself wanting to get home before this weather gets too dangerous for a motorcycle. Finally, it arrives, and I step in hitting the garage floor.
I hop on my bike and rev the engine a few times to get it warmed up. I’m not looking forward to gettingsoaked but it’s too late now. I should’ve called Thomas to come pick me up, but I didn’t want to interrupt him spending time with his wife, since her less than savory prognosis came back about her cancer.
Leaving the garage, I look left then right and see a very wet silver-haired goddess standing on the side of the street. She’s trying to hail a cab, but they are all speeding right past her. She looks down at her bandaged hand and I hear a “Shit” leave her mouth. I don’t know when I let my foot off the brake but somehow I end up right in front of her and I can’t help but to appreciate how the rain is falling on her head and down her face. She looks like a siren, here to steer men to their deaths. I remove me helmet and set it aside.
“What are you doing out here?” I shout over the downpour.
“What does it look like? I’m waiting for a cab,” she yells back at me.
“No cabs are going to stop in this weather. Hop on and I’ll give you a ride.” The words tumble from my mouth, but they’re out in the open and I can’t take them back. I’m not sure I would want to.
“I’m not getting on that thing with you. Are you crazy?” she shouts. I look up at the angry storm about to parade down on us and I know I have to get her out of here even if I have to lift her and put her on the bike myself. I reach inside my saddle bag and pull out an extra helmet that I keep with me. I get off the bike and stand right before her. She looks up at me with those doe eyes but still full of fire. In one move, I take the helmet and place it on her head. “Hey! I said I’m not going anywhere with you, you psycho!” she exclaims while juggling her purse and trying to get off the helmetall without using the injured hand.
I ignore her protests and bring the hand in question down to me so I can examine it closer. I see blood seeping through the bandages, and I would bet money that she ripped some of her stitches out when she was waving her hand in the air and trying to hail a cab. I have to get this taken care of immediately. I feel another twinge in my chest at the sight of her in pain and I have to rub my hand over my heart to steady the unpleasant feeling. The warmth from her hand spreads up my arm.
“Get your ass on this bike, Stormy. You’re hurt. I need to get you home and I can’t do that with you being stubborn.” She looks down the road, probably for a cab to come and save her. When one doesn’t magically appear, she looks back down at her hand that I’m still holding.
“Fine. But I’ve never been on one of these before.” She points to the bike. I have to fight back a smile that she will be doing something with me for the first time.
“All you need to do is hang on. Think you can handle that?” I ask not really wanting an answer but to see her reaction. “Also, the helmets are connected via Bluetooth so you can talk to me if you need to.” I put mine back on and look at her. She looks hot as hell in my helmet. I close the glass visor on hers to keep the rain out and show her how to get onto my bike. After a little maneuvering, we are heading down the street. “We need to stop at Walgreen’s Pharmacy to get some more bandages and things for your hand,” I say through the speaker.
“That’s not necessary. I think I still have some stuff at home.” I roll my eyes at her insistence for beingdifficult. Most woman would fall over themselves to get this close to me, but Stormy acts like it is a hardship to have to do it. Maybe she really does hate me. I mean we didn’t meet under great terms. But there is one thing I know for sure and that’s there is a fine line between love and hate. And fuck me, I don’t hate her.
Stormy
My hands are wrapped around Sebastian as tight as they can go without giving him internal damage. I don’t think the best time to try riding a motorcycle for the first time should be during a thunderstorm. I may be wrong, but all I can think about is sliding off to my death.A little dramatic, I know. But it’s hard to think straight with the warmth from his back pressing in on me. I can’t help but to sink into him a little more.
His voice purrs over the engine, “I’m stopping at a pharmacy up the road for more bandages.”
It takes me a moment to realize what he said. “Wait. No, no. That’s not necessary. I-I’m fine,” I stutter, as a chill seeps down my spine from the freezing rain soaking through my clothes.
I hear him chuckle through the speaker. “It wasn’t a question, Gandalf.”
“Whatever. You know he was badass,” I mutter to myself. Rolling my eyes, I concentrate using my remaining strength for holding on to Sebastian instead of throwing back quips. A few minutes pass and we are turning into a pharmacy parking lot. Sebastian parks and cuts the engine. He parked where there was an overhanging, so the rain isn’t pelting us as badly.
“You’re going to have to let me go if we want to get off this bike.” He murmurs and heat flames my cheeks. Thank goodness I am still wearing this damned helmet.I pull my arms back as he slides off the bike, removing his helmet as he goes. He holds his hand out for me to take and I’m momentarily shocked by his sweet gesture. I take it and slide off the bike the best I can in heels and a skirt without having a Britney Spears moment.No one is seeing my underwear today, folks. Once I’m sturdy on my feet, Sebastian pulls me closer and removes the strap of my helmet for me and tugs it over my head. Our eyes meet and for a heated moment while everything around us stills. Then he opens his mouth. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would say that you like me a little.”
Of course, he would ruin the moment by opening his mouth. “I guess you don’t know any better then,” I reply as I march inside the store leaving him with a satisfied smirk on his face. He knows he gets to me and that’s a dangerous game. I need to be more on guard when I’m around him. He’s a playboy and now my boss. I can’t go there.I won’t go there.
I walk through the aisles until I find the first aid section. I look down at my hand and cringe at the blood seeping through the bandages. The throbbing intensified after holding onto Sebastian for dear life. This wound is in the worst spot for healing purposes. It’s hard to not move the palm of your hand. I guess I need to wrap it tighter to restrict movement. I take a deep breath to calm the nerves threatening to spill out.It’s just a surface cut. You are fine, Stormy. A tear begins to fall but I wipe it away.
Sebastian finds me in the aisle and starts throwing items into the hand-held basket.
“I don’t need all this,” I inform him, but he ignores me and continues grabbing different kinds of bandagesand ointments and tossing them into the basket.
“There. I think that’s all we need.” He motions to the basket. “Unless you need something else from here?” I shake my head and he takes my uninjured hand and walks us to the front of the store. His hand is warm and comforting for some reason and mine fits perfectly inside his. The thought is jarring, so I lift my hand from his as he places the basket on the conveyor belt. That’s when I realize that I left my wallet on the bike.
