Matt

Now that I had Mae here, in front of me, I felt this insane desire to snatch her up and never let her go. I had started this lunch just looking for answers. Now I had only one more question: when could I get her in bed again?

Instead, I steered back to a safer topic and said, “I'm glad you decided to take me up on my job offer, finally, no matter how you found it.”

Her eyes flashed with the indignation I expected. Damn, I loved it when she lit up like that. It had been years since anyone had really challenged me.

“I got this job on my own, thank you very much.”

When she got all uptight like that, I just wanted to push her up against the wall, kiss her senseless, make her beg for more and then fuck her mouth with my cock, guiding her head with my fists in her hair, destroying this smooth, put together image and leaving her with swollen lips, glassy eyes, and roughed up sex hair.

I shifted in my seat and tried to adjust myself discreetly. I'd been half-hard since seeing her in the hallway, and spending more time in her presence wasn't doing me any favors.

“So tell me how you found out about the job.”

Her posture relaxed somewhat and she gave me the hint of a smile. “I will admit that I do owe you some thanks for putting the idea of looking for internships into my head.”

“I would think you owe me for a lot more than that. There wouldn't be internships if I hadn't created the company, after all.”

She ignored my comment, acknowledging it only with a lift of one eyebrow. “So I started applying for internships that week, got the job, and as soon as I finished up the classes I was still working on, I picked up, moved, and started.” There was a slight hesitation as she ended her sentence, but she seemed to shrug it off. “That's it, really.”

“I'm impressed,” I said.

The haughty look and posture returned. “Did you think I wouldn't be able to do it on my own?”

“I wasn't being sarcastic,” I assured her. “I am impressed. That took a lot of hard work in a short period of time. You don't stop at anything once you set your eyes on it, do you?”

There was a moment of awkward silence and I wondered what was going through her brain as she looked off into the distance. “Generally, no,” she agreed.

I could tell there was a level of this conversation I wasn't reading, and it was driving me nuts. I was used to seeing the connections and motivations between people and words while barely trying. Now, I was bending my entire body and will to understand Mae, and I was coming up with a whole lot of nothing.

I had this devilish urge to set her off balance, to crack open this shell she was hiding behind and see what was inside. “I've thought about you,” I admitted, and was rewarded with the shocked widening of her eyes.

“You must say that to all the girls,” she said finally, tossing away my comment like it was nothing to her.

“Yes,” I agreed, and her nostrils flared. “I've said it to every girl I've been with for the past two and a half months.”

“How does it normally work out for you?” Her tone was so acidic, that if words were tangible, they would have fallen to the floor beneath us and burnt through to the ground.

“I don't know,” I said. “I've only been with one woman during that time frame, so I'll let you know how it goes later.” There, that had shocked her out of her composure. “I really wish you'd stayed a little longer that morning. I reached for you. It's disconcerting to reach for a warm, sexy woman and come up with cold sheets. I had plans…”

Her tongue darted out and licked her little pink lips. Again, I thought of how good they'd look wrapped around my cock and nearly groaned out loud. How was I going to get any work done this afternoon knowing that those soft lips and that sweet, sweet pussy were only a couple floors away? Fuck this afternoon, how was I ever going to get anything done? I might as well just turn my office into “Matt’s Pleasure Den” and invest heavily in some lube companies.

I was in the process of clearing my brain so that I could act like a decent human being and not a hormone driven Neanderthal when Mae asked breathlessly, “What kind of things?”

My cock twitched and I gave up that fight. “I wanted more of you, Mae. I want more of you still. I wanted to wake you up with my tongue on your clit, your fingers clutching at the sheets before your brain even knew why.”

I could tell she was on the edge of something. Edge of what? Staying or running away? Before I lost her, I had to do something. I slid my chair around to hers and kissed her. There was a frozen moment, and then she melted into me, just as sweetly as I remembered. It was torture to pull myself back, but she wasn’t the only one who followed a plan. My brain had been working furiously since I saw that unforgettable ass the moment those elevator doors opened, and committing acts of public indecency was not on the schedule.

My lips brushed hers as I whispered, “Go to dinner with me this week?”

It was comforting how fast she shot back her answer, with no thought or question at all. “Yes. When?”