Chapter 4

 

Lexie

 

 

True to his word, Archie bought me a drink. So did Scott, Malcolm, Seth, Jack, and Ron.  By the time I finished up Ron’s drink, I was pretty tipsy.  Not enough that I was going to make a fool of myself.  I know better than that.  Just as Jalen Adams was about to approach me, Archie steps in his path. “So, Lex. You having fun?”

“Yeah. Are you?” I say gazing up at his face.

“I am. But, I could think of s-something that would be more fun.”

Okay, he’s drunk. I can hear it in his voice as he slurred the word ‘something’ just now. “Oh, yeah. What could be more fun than this?” I say gesturing to the raucous crowd. It’s that point in the night when everyone’s inhibitions are lowered enough to dance on their desks. There are also a few people on the edge of the room who have apparently crossed over into the hook-up zone.

“I know something way more fun,” Archie says whisper-yelling into my year. 

“Like what?”

“Meet me in the supply closet in ten minutes. I’ll show you.”

“The supply closet?” I squeak.

Whispering in a husky voice, Archie adds, “Ten minutes. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t.” It’s happening! Finally! Archie and I are going to make out in the closet. He’ll fall madly in love with me because I’m a pretty good kisser, then he’ll propose, and we’ll get married. Bam, just like that. I smile from ear to ear as I make my way back to Cammy. 

Before I can find my friend, I hear, “Well, well, well. Aren’t you the popular one tonight?” snarls Katya.

“Thanks to you,” I say sweetly.

“Well, Mr. Parker isn’t happy. He wants to talk to you later.”

“What? Why?”

She shrugs and walks away. Deciding to ignore her and the impending doom-filled conversation with my boss, I race to the ladies room. I’m nervous, and when I’m nervous, I have to pee. Washing my hands, I stare into the mirror.  I pat a little cool water over my heated cheeks, fix my high ponytail, so it’s not askew, run my hands down my pink sweater and nod, “This is it. You can do it, Lexie.”

Marching out of the bathroom, I take the back way to the storage closet.  “Wait!” I stop in my tracks. Which storage closet?  There are several.  Recalling where we were standing when he proposed our little rendezvous, I decide he had to have meant the storage closet just around the corner from the conference room. It’s a good choice because it’s more secluded as it’s located down a short hall away from the crowd. 

Sneaking in and out of cubicles, I tiptoe down the hallway. When I reach the closet, I turn to face away from the door. Looking nonchalant, I reach behind me and turn the knob. Pulling it open, I enter the room ass first shutting it as soon as I’m through the entrance. Damn, it’s pitch black. I take one more step back and bump into something. Or I should say, someone. I turn quickly. “Oh, good. You’re here,” I whisper. 

“Uh…”

“Shh, don’t talk.” Without waiting for another second, I slide my hands up his chest noticing how soft the sweater is. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” My hands move up behind his neck into his hair. It’s thicker than I thought it’d be. Pulling him down to me, I step up on my tiptoes and breath in. Wow, he smells amazing––sort of musky and expensive. I let my lips touch his.  They’re soft and full.  I move my mouth back and forth over his then use my tongue to lick his bottom lip.  When he moans, I know I’ve done the right thing. Told you I was a good kisser.

I feel one of his arms slide around me pulling me toward him as the other makes their way up my back and into my hair.  I feel a slight tug on my ponytail, and I moan.  He’s pulling my head back using my hair, and I’ve never been more turned on.  Archie is a little dominant. Sexy.

Deepening the kiss, Archie swipes his tongue into my mouth. I meet him halfway with mine, and it’s his turn to moan again.  His hardness is pressed up against my middle.  It seems big, but I can’t be sure, and I’m not ready to go there yet. The hand on my back moves down to my ass and then he squeezes my bottom as he pulls me even closer to him has me light-headed and a little wild.  Maybe I do want more.

The hand wrapped around my ponytail stays constant as his other one starts to roam up until his fingers slide beneath the edge of my sweater. When his palm moves over my skin to my front, I shiver, arching my back as an encouragement for him to move onward and upward.

The tips of his fingers skim over my nipples, I pull back and gasp.  When they pinch my hard tip, I squeak, “Oh, God. That feels so good.”  I’m talking like a cave woman, but that’s how I feel. I knew Archie would be sexy.  Cammy thought I was ridiculous thinking Archie had game. But, I was right. 

At the sound of voices outside the door, I quickly pull away, panting from his touches.  I can’t get caught in the storage room at the holiday office party.  That’s such a cliché. Clearing my throat, attempting to gather my wits about me, I say, “This was fun. We should do it again soon.” I straighten my sweater and reach for the door.  “I’ll go first. Wait a minute, then come out.”

I open the door about an inch and peek out.  When I see the hallway empty, I open the door just enough for me to slip out; then I pull it closed behind me.  Taking a breath, I stand up straight, push my shoulders back and walk confidently down the short hallway back into the party.  Best. Night. Ever.