The phone buzzes from my desk, startling me awake. My monthly reports are still scattered in front of me, and it appears I’ve been using them as a pillow. I rub my bleary eyes and glance at the number on the screen. It’s building security, and it’s late.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Mr. Daire, I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s a young woman down here insisting she sees you right away.”

“Who is it?”

“She says her name is Lola Bell.”

I hesitate with my finger over the end button. Lola shouldn’t be here this late. She shouldn’t be here at all, considering how she left things before. Whatever Jimmy or Grazi or anyone else might say, I’m still a man, and I’m entitled to my pride. I’m frustrated and short on sleep, and all I really want to do is send her away. But in the end, I want to know why she’s here.

At least I think I do.

Until she walks through my door three minutes later with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. Drunk Lola is a whole different ballgame, and now I’m curious where she’s been and with whom. I’m tempted to ask, but I’m more inclined to send her home in a cab.

She shouldn’t be here like this. She wants me sober, and yet she comes here daring to provoke the proverbial beast. “What are you doing, LB?”

She wiggles the bottle in my direction with a coquettish smile. “Care for a nip?”

“I have work that needs to be done,” I reprove. “So, if that’s all you came here for, then you should go.”

She pouts in the fake way that girls sometimes do, but it’s the first time I’ve witnessed Lola pull that bullshit. She should know it doesn’t work on me. The next tool in her arsenal is a tried and true method. She kicks off her heels and slides up her skirt.

She comes at me like a panther, and I don’t know who just walked into my office, but it isn’t Lola. She perches herself on my desk and fingers my tie. “If I can’t interest you in a drink, then maybe I can interest you in something else.”

I swallow. She slides into my lap and kisses my throat. Her panties are pink, and they are right on my dick, and it doesn’t matter how pissy I am because my dick doesn’t care.

My dick wants Lola.

She grinds on me like a stripper and peppers my mouth with breathy kisses, and it only aggravates me more. When I try to slide my hand into her panties, she slaps it away.

“For once it’s not about you, Daire.” Her words are as sharp as a whip, and her eyes are too.

I should stop this before it even begins because it can only end one way. But I’m weak from our verbal jousting as of late and all I really want right now is to know that she still wants me after she saw my leg.

Lola takes the reins. She retrieves my dick and toys with me while she plays with herself and makes me watch. It’s hot and I’m ready to fuck her six ways from Sunday, but the party’s all over when she comes first. She leaves my dick cold while she tries to slide off my lap.

I grab her by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She smiles, and she’s angry at the fucking world right now. “Oh, didn’t I tell you, Adrian? I’m done with you now.”

This is awkward because my dick is still hard and she’s pulling her skirt down, and I don’t know what to do. But my irritation wins out in the end.

She yelps when I stand up and spin her around, pinning her in my arms. I grab a handful of her ass cheek before I haul off and slap it. She jolts forward with a screech and then falls elbows first onto the surface of my desk.

I pull her skirt back up, and she tries to protest. That problem is solved when I clamp my hand over her mouth.

“Done fucking me?” I’m jerking off with my free hand and staring at her dripping wet pussy.

Lola mumbles a bad word and then tries to bite me. My palm reverberates off of her ass again, and I tug harder on my dick.

“We had a deal,” I say. “And guess what, Lola? We’re not done yet.”

She doesn’t try to wrestle away anymore. What she does is worse. She watches me with dead eyes while I take my frustrations out on my cock. The resulting orgasm is forced and weak. But I take satisfaction in spilling myself over her ass and wiping my come into her skin.

Only then do I dismiss her. “Now I’m done with you, pet.”

She collects herself and eyes me with a hatred I didn’t know she was capable of. It’s a product of every man that’s ever hurt her, myself included.

“We’re done,” she tells me. “For good. Do you get that, Daire? You and I are finished. No more dinners. No more forced dates. And no more sex. In fact, why don’t you just do us both a favor and forget you ever met me.”

I believe her. Lola has finally snapped, and I never thought this day would come. But I can’t deny that it’s happening. She came here with clear intentions, and it’s evident to me now. She wanted to make me feel like shit.

When she walks out the door without another word, looks like it’s mission accomplished.