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"Does it bother you?" He asked, after an incisive moment of silence.
"Does...what bother me?" I immediately returned, unable to decipher the objective behind the closed-ended question.
"The way I stare. At you." He pondered, as his dark...
Tracing the destination of his raspy voice, I found that he had moved from his stance along the wall to sit behind his desk. His forehead rested along the tips of his index and middle finger, as he stared quizzically at me.
The manner in which his eyebrows arched inward had caused him to sport a simple frown. My gaze trailed lower, as I took in the small adjustment made to his attire. With the first two buttons of his long-sleeve undone, parts of his flawlessly smooth, tanned chest had been revealed.
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"Yes?" I managed to say through my drying throat.
"Come here. And sit down." He motioned with his fingers for me to take the seat across from him.
Feeling his eyes fixate on me, I adjusted my pencil skirt, making sure to flatten out any minor creases before walking to the open seat. Leaning forward, I carefully placed my hands on the table as I attempted to sit down in the most impressionable way possible.
The action only served to deepen the neck line of my blouse, exposing my generous bust. Kendall seemed to take note, as his gaze shifted there fleetingly.
"You should know that I have all my staff abide by a strict dress code policy."
"Well, good thing I'm not your staff." I challenged, as his mouth lifted into a smirk.
"Yet."
"In case it wasn't clear before, I would never work for you." I rolled my eyes, knowing that there'd never be a time where I would ever willingly refer to myself as his staff.
"I can't have you dressed like that. It's inappropriate." His gaze involuntarily returned to my breasts.
"Inappropriate for who exactly?" I questioned, irritated by the way he seemed to always have an unsubstantiated concern about what I chose to wear on my body.
"For other male employees, of course. Or, anyone with eyes for that matter." He clarified.
"Oh really? Because I'm starting to think that it's only a problem for you." I concluded, rising from my chair to leave. I'd have someone else show me to my new office.
"And why would it be a problem for me? I'm sorry, but I'm simply not attracted to you in that regard." He stood with me.
Incited by his words, my body moved towards him on its own accord until we stood directly in front of each other. My face to his chest.
"That's funny because weren't you the one who once asked me to be with you when we were kids? If I recall correctly." I stuck my finger out, prodding at his chest. His face fell, as he glared down at where my fingers poked his skin.
"That was a long time ago. Besides, I was thinking with my head and not my dick." He retorted.
"Is that so?"
Something swept over me, as I grew tired of him denying the unchartered desire we both knew he clearly had for me. Slowly, I allowed one of my fingers to drag down his chest until it reached his lower stomach. When I touched his belt line, he took in a sharp breath.
"Let's see if you're thinking with your dick now." When I lowered my hand to undo his belt, he caught my hand with so much force that I nearly fell back.
"Stop it, Sasha."
"Whatever." I quipped, slipping away from his hold and storming towards the door. I was so done with playing his mind games.
Heavy footsteps followed behind me, as his domineering body pressed against my backside. One large hand authoritatively engulfed mine, steering it away from the door handle and placing it on the panel above my head. His other hand slipped around my waist, as he began to ground my butt into his pelvis. His head rested along the side of my neck, allowing me to feel his small breaths trickle against my ear.
"Patricia was wrong. You are every man's fucking dream. But, you can't be mine. You understand that, right?" He whispered painfully into my ear, as he molded his pelvis into me. I moaned when I felt his manhood graze against my butt.
"I hate you." I lied, as I tried to resist the jolting pleasure his movements brought.
I love you.
He removed his hand from my waist to grip a handful of my right breast, groaning when he squeezed it through my blouse. Shamefully, I mirrored the sound.
Releasing my breast from his hand, he untucked my blouse from my skirt and slipped his hand underneath the tight garment. Once more, he gripped the sensitive tissue, this time teasing me by pinching my nipple through my padded bra.
"I fucking hate you too." He echoed, trying to convince himself of something we both knew wasn't true.
As his groin repeatedly met my backside, he continued to caress my nipples with one hand, while his other intertwined with mine on the wall. The joint sounds of our grunts and thumping collectively became too much to handle.
"Kendall, I-I think I'm going to-"
"Don't stop." He stated with authority, as his hand traveled from my chest to my waist, pressing down roughly to increase the force of grating occurring between our lower regions.
Feeling a heavy pressure emanate from my core, I was prompted to close my eyes in anticipation of the early onset of my arousal, which he was in full control of. Kendall gripped my bottom cheeks hard, squeezing and rubbing them, then resting his hands there.
A knock on the door sobered up my arousal quickly.
"Mr. Fine, meeting in five!" A man yelled through the door. I instantly paused my actions, attempting to remove myself from the giant man who was still groping me.
"Relax. Five minutes is a long time." He attempted to resume his actions but I was no longer in the mood. In fact, I was regretting the whole ordeal altogether. This man had absolutely no respect for me.
"No. Let me go, Kendall." As soon as the words left my mouth, he released me and took a step back. I instantly felt cold from the new distance established between us.
"Sorry." He replied absently. After redoing the remainder of the buttons on his long sleeve, he ran a hand through his now unruly hair.
"It's fine. I'll just go find someone else to help me." I refused to even look at him, as I lowered my skirt and flattened my hair back down.
Though I knew he was still staring at me with those tainted black eyes, I walked away.
