CHRISTOPHER
I’ve finally had enough. It’s been over a week since the night Ava fucked me at Fever, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of her.
Every time I try to organize drinks, she’s working at Fever. And I can’t see her during the day because Page & Sons–like all law firms–work first-year associates like slaves. My attempts to have her come over to Benson & Cole keeps falling on deaf ears. I’ve never met any woman so frustratingly hard to control.
It’s going to be worth it to finally call her mine.
The rare times we have been able to get together this week have been amazing. We snatched an hour on Wednesday to fuck in her car on the side of the road. We met before work to fuck in my office. She seems to have a thing about having sex at work, which is something we’re going to have to work on when she comes to work for my firm. I’ve never known any woman who made me want to spend hours and hours of my time with her. It’s been so long since I’ve been motivated enough to cut back on the time I spend in the office so I can spend more time with a human being. I’ve even started handing off work to the interns–the proficient ones–so I can set the time aside to enjoy her.
Which is why I’m pacing around my office at 5:30 in the afternoon, waiting for Ava to come and meet me before her shift at Fever.
I want this woman so much and this is completely unexpected, but at the same time entirely inevitable. I’ve wanted to be involved with her–both personally and professionally–since the moment I saw her defending her client from that shit-stain, whatever his name was.
When there’s a knock on the door, I quickly arrange my desk so it’s presentable. My office is clean and spacious, with an executive washroom in the corner so I can freshen up after all-nighters. There’s a couch, but last time we fucked on the floor. Now that I think about it, I wouldn’t mind christening the desk.
“Mr Cole?” the intern says, poking his head in the door. “Miss Rose is here to see you.”
“Send her in.”
Ava enters wearing a squeaky-clean gray blouse and black skirt. Her heels click on my hardwood floors as she steps closer. The moment she sees me, her smile shifts from polite–the smile she would have worn for my intern–into something more… anticipatory. She looks from me to the floor where we’d fucked and licks her lips.
How fucking lucky that I’ve stumbled on a woman as talented and interesting as her, and even luckier that she enjoys sex as much as I do.
“Come here, Little Rose,” I say, reaching out for her.
She likes that name. I know it must go against a lot of her ideas about women and their place in the bedroom, but no one can deny the flush of pleasure that covers her face when she hears it. She stalks to me, takes my hand, and leans up for a kiss.
I pull out of her reach.
“Here.” I hand her the envelope that I’ve had on my desk for two days–two days since I walked out of a meeting with my partner after almost an hour of convincing.
“What’s this?” she asks, taking it from me and slitting the top open with her fingernail.
“An offer.”
She freezes and looks at me with a frown on her pretty face. “An offer?”
“To work for Benson & Cole. As a first year associate. You’ll have the same duties that you have at Page’s firm, but with a better pay packet. And you will need to quit Fever.”
She worries her bottom lip and sets the envelope–opened but unread–down on the table. I feel my good spirits go down with it.
“I thought I made myself clear,” she says. “I’m staying at Page & Sons. I have no interest in making a change. Especially leaving Fever.”
I take her face in my hands and kiss her. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, Ava Rose is helpless in an assault of kisses. Sure enough, she slowly melts against me and I’ve already decided that there’s nothing like the feeling of a powerful woman draping herself over me.
“I want you here, with me,” I say, muttering against her lips so I can silence any protests she has before she can voice them. “You’re wasted at Page’s firm. You should be here, where you can grow. Where you can learn properly and not on the fly.”
She hesitates and I press my lips firmly to hers, kissing her until I feel myself starting to get hard. It’s been so long since I got hard from kisses alone. Though she’s young, somehow that makes me feel young just from being in the same room as her.
“I’m…” Ava pulls away so she can speak. “I’m grateful, believe me. But I don’t want this. I want you…” she says quickly when I start to pull away, “… but not this.”
That answer is unacceptable.
“You think you can get what you need with Page and Fever?” I ask her, crossing my arms over my chest. “You think wasting your time with losers at that firm will help your career?”
“Christopher, they’re not losers. Stop being such an ass!”
Ah–there’s that fire. That fire I love so much. She seems to be burning from within and all I want to do is smother her with my body.
“If you’re not interested in taking this… very generous offer I might add… then maybe you should leave anyway.”
She looks shocked and sputters for a moment, fumbling for words, before putting her hands on her hips and giving me a fierce glare—an unrefined but still very powerful glare. She’ll make a hell of a lawyer with some good mentoring.
“So if I want to be with you, I have to come and work for your company?”
“You’re better than that–”
“I enjoy Page & Sons. And I love working at Fever. I’ve explained all of this to you.”
“You’re surrounded by men at Fever, I hate it,” I say, and immediately know that I sound like a brat but she brings out that side of me. That side of me that resembles a little boy who’s seen something shiny and knows down to their very bones that they have to have it. I have to have her. I don’t care how low I have to sink to make that happen. “Don’t think I don’t see the way they’re looking at you while you’re serving them. I hardly see you as it is, and when I’m not around you’re surrounded by other men–”
“You hardly see me… then why don’t you make the time? No one’s forcing you to stay at work twenty-four hours a day. For Christ’s sake, we’ve only been seeing each other for over a week. This isn’t the time to be making major life decisions.”
I pull her to my chest, crushing her against me so she can feel every inch of my muscled-toned body against hers.
She doesn’t fight.
Whatever her words, when it comes to the physical she wants this as much as I do.
“I don’t like waiting,” I tell her. “I want you now.”