Chapter Ten
Chase
“Can we talk?”
I raise my eyebrows and nod.
“Sure. Close the door and sit down.”
I watch as she walks back over to the door and carefully closes it, then she wanders back over to my desk and sits down. I wait for her to speak, even though I already know this is going to be about last night.
If she’s anything like me, she was probably awake half the night thinking about it. And by thinking about it, I mean with my hand wrapped tightly around my cock and my fist sliding at full speed. God, she was incredible. And the taste of her pussy…
I shift in my seat, because it’s all I can do not to throw her onto my desk right now and fuck her again.
“What did you want to talk about?” I gently coax her.
“Us,” she admits. “I just wanted to set some boundaries. I enjoyed last night. A lot,” she adds, blushing. “But I want to make sure when I’m at work, we keep things professional.”
I nod, all my fantasies of fucking her over my desk evaporating into the air around me.
“Of course,” I say, adjusting my collar. “That sounds perfectly reasonable.”
She breathes out, looking visibly relieved.
“Okay, good. I better let you get ready for your next meeting then,” she says, getting to her feet.
I nod and reach over to grab her Benson notes that I’ve finished reading through.
“When you get a chance, if you can type this up for me?” I say, handing it to her.
She nods, glancing down at it. Her brow creases. “You haven’t added anything to this, yet though,” she frowns.
“I didn’t need to,” I say honestly. “You’ve pretty much covered every angle I would have.”
“Really?” she smiles.
I nod. “You should be proud of yourself. This is great work.”
“Thanks,” she says. “That means a lot to hear you say that…”
She stands up quickly, her arm catching a stack of folders near the edge of my desk. She gasps and watches them scatter to the floor.
“Shit,” she mutters.
I shift in my seat, trying to ease my erection as she crouches on the ground, ass up in my face, collecting the files. She turns around and plonks them on my desk.
“Sorry about that,” she says.
She smiles at me, her cheeks flushed with color like she’s just been fucked.
Hard. By me. Just like last night.
“Was there anything else?”
I glance at my watch and groan. Fifteen minutes before my meeting is due to start.
Come on.
This keeping work and us separate bullshit is killing me already.
“You’re looking a little stressed there,” she says, keeping a straight face. “Have you ever thought about trying meditation?”
“Fuck meditation,” I growl. I reach out and grab her arm, swinging her onto my lap. She gasps as I force one leg over both of mine so she’s straddling me. “I’ll show you how I relax.”
I slip my hand under her skirt and push aside her panties. She groans and tenses her legs as I slide my finger inside her. I kiss her on the mouth, my lips pressing against hers as my finger circles her clit. She wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face against my chest.
With a grunt, I lift her off my lap and spin her around, laying her face down on my desk. I hitch up her skirt and peel down her panties, then lower my zipper. She giggles, turning her head to the side as I reach inside and grip my cock. She spreads her legs apart as I line myself up at her pussy, before pumping my length into her. She groans, her body flinching as I fuck her hard, thrusting my shaft deeper and faster into her wetness.
“Fuck,” she hisses, grabbing hold of the edge of my desk to steady herself.
I groan, my hands tightening around her hips as I shoot my load inside her. She whimpers, her body twitching as she comes with me inside her.
“Oh God,” she moans, her cries getting louder.
Gasping, I pull out of her and sit back in my chair, scooping her into my lap. She giggles as I kiss her, then climbs out of my embrace to straighten herself up. I watch her, amused and still turned on by the sight of her as she slides her panties back up her thighs, then nudges her skirt back into place
“So much for the no sex at work rule,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Ah, so this was my fault?” I chuckle. “You’re such a cock tease.”
“And you’re such a romantic,” she says.
“I am,” I agree. “Which is why I’m taking you out tonight.”
“Where?” She asks.
“Dinner,” I say with a smile.
“No.”
“No?” I laugh, not sure if she’s being serious or not. “And do I get a reason as to why not?”
“Because you promised to cook me dinner last night,” she explains, her eyes twinkling.
“Ah, so want you me to cook for you?” I rub my jaw and consider her request. “Okay, fine. My place at seven.”
“Good,” she says with a content nod. She steps forward and kisses me, then rushes out of my office. “By the way,” she says, poking her head back in. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about my internship.”
I sink back in my chair and smirk. I hadn’t forgotten about our arrangement, but I’m not sure if I like or if I hate the idea of not having her around me as much.
I met with the board of Benson Industries yesterday and I have to say, Alana really had an eye when it came to choosing them as her pick. I know she’s got a boner for analytics, and while I’m sure that played a big part in her reaching the conclusion that she did, I think she’d be wasted in that department. I’m thinking bigger things for her, but it’s something I can’t do overnight.
I just need to put the idea of this internship off for a little while longer.
#
Right on seven, she knocks on my door.
I whistle as I walk over to answer it, hoping I look cool calm and collected, which is the complete opposite to the kind of evening I’m having in the kitchen. It started off with the potatoes, which I set fire to when I forgot the water in the pot. I found it kind of amusing. Unfortunately the fire department who turned up after the smoke alarm and sprinkler system went off in the hallway of the building, didn't share my view. Then I realized I’d forgotten the main ingredient in the dressing for my salmon. Why is it everything has to go wrong the one time I boast about my skills in the kitchen? I guess it's better than it happening in the bedroom, because that would be a real disaster.
I open the door Alana stands there, holding up the lemon that I texted her to get for me.
“This is a first,” she says with a smile. “I've never been asked to bring my own lemon on a date before.”
“Because it never been on a real date with a man before,” I tease her. “I bet your wondering where I want to put that,” I add.
She laughs and then sniffs the air.
“Is something burning?” she asks, glancing around.
“Just my dignity.”
She looks at me curiously and walks inside, my gaze following her. She looks stunning as always, in a short black shirt and dusky pink lace top. I shut the door and walk back over to the kitchen.
She leans against the counter and watches me as I prep the salmon.
“Let’s see how much I can fuck this up,” I joke.
“You’re not buckling under the pressure, are you?” she teases. She glances at the salmon and frowns. “I’m expecting something exceptional. You did build yourself up quite a bit,” she reminds me. I laugh and wipe my forehead. She’s right. I am feeling the pressure because I want tonight to go well.
“And here I was thinking that you were the master at keeping calm.”
I narrow my eyes at her. She’s enjoying this way too much.
“So…would now be a good time to tell you I don't like salmon?” she asks. My head snaps up and I look at her in horror. She holds her hands up to her face. “I’m sorry, I was going to try and tough it out, but even the smell of it is making me want to hurl.”
“It’s fine,” I say with a groan.
I scoop up the fish and put it into a bag and back into the fridge and then wash my hands. I’m sure I’ll see the funny side of this in about a decade. She walks over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kisses me.
“I feel like I ruined your dinner for a second time,” she says. She frowns, but her eyes are sparkling. I kiss her on the nose and chuckle.
“No, I managed that all on my own,” I respond dryly. “Okay, so now what?” I grumble.
I fucked up on the potatoes and she doesn’t like salmon. Dinner isn’t looking all that great. She glances at the bowl of beans soaking on the counter. Her eyes meet mine and we both laugh.
“I love beans,” she says brightly.
After we finish yet another pizza—with a side serving of beans, I lean back in my chair, glad that part of the evening is over. All tonight has achieved so far is to give me a complex over cooking for her.
“Who would’ve thought pizza and beans could be a thing?” she teases. I frown, pretty sure she’s making fun of me. “But seriously, thank you for going to so much trouble. And at least you can still redeem yourself and impress me with dessert,” she offers, her eyes twinkling.
Dessert? Well, shit.
Her eyes widen and then she laughs.
“Chase, I’m disappointed in you. Given your reputation with women, you have to know that you can't ask a girl over for dinner and not supply dessert.”
I reach over and grip hold of the legs of her chair, dragging her closer to me, then I lift her hand to my mouth and kiss it softly.
“Maybe I have other things on my mind for dessert,” I mumble. “But first, can I tempt you with a glass of wine?” I ask.
“Yes please,” she says.
I stand up and walk over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses I have ready for us. I pour the our drinks and then motion for her to join me.
“Out there?” she says with a laugh, when I lead her towards the balcony. I chuckle and hand her wine to her.
“When it's not six in the morning and you’re wearing clothes, it’s actually quite nice out here,” I say, opening the door.
She follows me outside. I notice her eyes dart across to my neighbors balcony, and then she relaxes. She looks up and gazes out over the skyline.
“I didn't notice those beautiful lights before,” she breathes.
I nod. “It's pretty spectacular. To be honest, I didn’t notice them either, last time. The view right in front of me was much more beautiful.”
She laughs and turns around to face me. I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips, then I take her wine and set both our drinks down on the ground. I sit down and gesture for her to join me.
“In your lap?” she giggles.
“Trust me, it’s romantic,” I reply.
She sinks into my arms, chuckling as I wrap my arms around her waist. She tilts her head against me and closes her eyes, breathing in as she smiles.
“I could stay out here all night,” she murmurs.
“You almost did,” I remind her.
She giggles. “Let’s see if you can get through one night without mentioning the balcony incident.”
“That would involve you having to stay here with me, all night long,” I point out. She flushes. “Not that I’d complain about that.”
She turns her head toward me and kisses me, pressing her lips hard onto mine. Then she gets onto her knees and repositions herself so she’s facing me. She stares into my eyes while I stroke her hair. I smile and kiss her again, my lips massaging against hers. My hand moves slowly over her back. I groan, loving the way her body reacts to me.
She straddles me, her body rubbing against mine, making me hard as fuck. But she always has me hard. All she has to do is look at me and I’m gone. I run my finger around her face and down between her breasts, until I reach the first button on her shirt. I undo it, not dragging my eyes away from hers. I take my time undoing all of them, until her shirt just hangs open flapping gently in the wind. I curve my arm around her waist and thrust her towards me, my fingers exploring her back.
She kisses me wrapping her arms around my neck. I stand up and so does she. I lift her into my arms and turn her around, leaning her against the wall. She groans as I kiss her, my lips slowly moving their way down her neck. I reach for her breasts and thrust her bra down to reveal her nipples, then I close my mouth around them. I suck, curling my tongue around them until they’re hard. Still kissing her, I walk around to the other side of the balcony, to the door that leads into my bedroom. I yank it open and walk inside, throwing her down on the bed. I climb on top of her, my hands roaming over her body as I kiss her neck. With one hand, I attempt to unbutton my shirt. I eventually manage it and shrug it off.
I strip off my pants and my boxers, then kneel against the edge of the bed and drag her toward me. She leans back on her hands, lifting her ass off the bed as I gently roll her skirt down over her thighs. She watches me as I part her legs and slide her closer to me, then I run my tongue over the outside of her panties.
She gasps, arching her back as she falls back onto the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her. With a growl, I reach into my bedside table and snatch up a condom, then position myself over her.
I break the packet open and roll it onto my length. With one hand on my cock, I drive myself inside her. She groans, her body jolting up the bed against my thrusts. I wrap my arm around her neck to keep her steady, kissing her as I enter her.
“Harder,” she gasps, pressing her mouth against mine. I grunt as I drive my cock into her, each thrust with more intensity than the last.
I fling her leg over my shoulder to give me deeper range. She cries out, reaching above her head to clutch onto the bed post. My hands move all over her body and so does my tongue. I can't get enough of her.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock throbbing as I release, shooting hard inside her.
“Oh, Oh, God,” she gasps.
Her mouth falls open as she tilts her head back. She grabs hold of my hand, squeezing it as she comes. She whimpers, her body tensing as her legs tighten around my neck.
Pulling out, I collapse next to her on the bed, chuckling softly.
She turns to me and half heartedly raises her eyebrows.
I shrug. “That's what I call dessert,” I grin. She chuckles and then rolls onto her side to study me. “You certainly satisfy my sweet tooth,” I add, tilting her mouth up to mine.
She laughs, her lips spreading in a smile as she rolls her eyes and pretends that comment didn’t make her heart flutter. She reaches for my hand, entwining his fingers in mine.
“Can I ask you something?” she says, her gaze dropping to her fingers as they crawl along my side.
“Sure,” I say. My nerves kick into gear because her tone is terrifying me.
She takes a deep breath and then lifts her eyes to meet mine. I tense, sensing the seriousness of what she wants to ask me.
“When’s your birthday?” she whispers.
I stare at her, shocked. “Pardon?”
She smiles. “I don’t know when your birthday is. Or what your favorite TV show is. I don’t even know what your favorite food is.” She releases a deep sigh. “Or whether you’re allergic to dogs.”
“Allergic to dogs?” I chuckle. “Do you have any idea how nervous I was at what you were going to ask me?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know, the way I look at it, they’re the kind of things that differentiate something casual from…” Her voice trails off as her face goes red.
I chuckle. “From what?” I prompt her, kissing her lips. She swats me away when I try to tickle her.
“Look, I'm not trying to label this as anything, because it is what it is, but if I’m honest? I hope that this is more than just a casual hook up.”
“Well I’m not here for a cheap thrill, if that’s what you’re getting at,” I assure her.
I roll her over onto me and kiss her again. She smiles at me as I stroke her hair. Hearing that she’s open to this going thing somewhere actually makes me feel pretty good. I still don’t know what this is, but I do know that I like being with her. That’s a good start, right?
“Okay,” I say as she straddles me. “We’re going to play a game. You’re going to ask me questions and when I answer, I’m going to kiss you.”
She laughs. “That doesn’t sound like much of a game. How do I win? And what do I get when I win?”
I pull her arms so she’s lying on top of me and kiss her slowly.
“You get me,” I tell her.
She laughs. “Okay. Birthday?”
“February nineteenth,” I say. I kiss her softly on the mouth, rolling my tongue around hers. She smiles, then narrows her eyes.
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” she asks.
I have to think about that one. “Fifteen I think.”
“You think?” she giggles.
“It was a long time ago,” I defend myself. Then I kiss her again. I’m enjoying this game. “When do I get to ask the questions?” I ask. “This doesn’t seem very fair. You’re learning all about me and I still know nothing about you.”
She sighs. “Fine. We will alternate.”
We spend the few hours just laying on my bed, talking about everything and nothing. I can add to the list of things I know about Alana that she hates basketball, and that she loves swimming, Vietnamese food and every pretty much every clichéd chick flick where the girl gets the guy in the end.
“But what about action?” I ask her. She frowns at me. “Die Hard? Die Harder? Under Siege? Universal Soldier?” I say.
She narrows her eyes at me. “Are you making these up?”
I chuckle. I’m going to have to do some serious educating of her pop history knowledge.
I’m not even game enough to ask her if she’s heard of Star Wars.
Before I know it, our evening is over and I’m walking her to the door. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I grin, loving the feel of her lips on mine. She looks into my eyes and something sparks inside me.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” she says. She takes my hand and entwines her fingers in mine, then lifts her gaze to meet mine again. “You’re full of surprises, Chase Winston. I like it. Keep them coming.”
We kiss again, then I watch as she disappears around the corner. I smile as I close the door. It was an exceptional night. I wander back down to the living room and pick up my phone, which I find on the floor under the kitchen table. I catch sight of an unread message, so I open it.
Josh: Second suit fitting this weekend sometime? Let me know when suits. (See? Still got the humor).
I smile in spite of myself, but my amusement quickly dissipates when I remember what it’s for and who I’ve told my brother my plus one will be. I’m not sure how to handle this. I want to come right out and tell her that we’ve been invited to my brother’s wedding, but delving into the truth feels like a whole lot of baggage she might not be ready for. The last thing I want to do is scare her off.
But the other side of this is that I’ve told Josh she’s coming to the wedding so I can’t turn up without her. As stupid as it sounds, I need to show both of him and Casey that I’ve moved on. I want them to be in awe of me, not pity me.
I’ll just see how things go. There’s no point in telling her when I don’t even know what this is. She’s still my assistant. Taking her away for a function isn’t beyond reasonable.
At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.