As he closed his laptop his eyes wandered over to Paris waiting at the printer. She was clad in a black pencil skirt, a sleeveless ruffle shirt on top, her hair pulled up into a pony tail showing off her features.
“King, Lisa from human resources just faxed you those papers you wanted, would you like me to print a copy for the files?” Elise asked walking in his office.
“Uh, actually Elise I can do it thanks.” He jumped at the opportunity to be close to Paris again. Ever since the elevator thing last week he’s been admiring her more. “I can do it King, it’s no big deal.” Elise tried to assure him but he was already taking the papers out of her hand and walking out of his office.
Paris grabbed her warm papers off the printer and waited for the others just as a familiar intoxicating smell surrounded her.She turned her head to see King walking up.
“Good afternoon King.” She smiled turning back around. “Hey Paris, how you doing?” his deep panty-wetting voice replied. Shit, the things I could do to that man… Paris bit her lip in attempt to keep from moaning.
“I’m doing good, how are you?” she asked taking the last of her papers off the machine. “I’m good, I’m about to go get some lunch you care to join me?”
Paris thought about it a second, she had a couple of meetings later and she was just about to take her lunch anyway. King’s smile faltered, he should’ve know she was going to say no. “I don’t want to force you or anythingI just thought-“
“Sure, we can do lunch.”
“O-okay, uh you ready to go now?” King asked not even trying to hide the excitement in his voice. Paris picked up on it and couldn’t help but laugh, “Gimme like five minutes.”
“Alright, five minutes.” King smiled watching her waltz back to her office. He locked his office up and turned to Elise who watched the whole interaction. “I’m going to lunch now, I should be back in an hour or two.”
“Okay.” She nodded shooting him a quick smile.
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“Oh my god, King! Tell me you’re lying!” Paris laughed at another one of his stories.
“I’m not! My momma beat me up and down that street. Haha, man I miss being a kid.” King reminisced on his childhood. Paris smiled, “I’m..I’m glad we got lunch. I’m having a nice time.”
“I knew you would.” King grinned dipping his French fry in ketchup. Paris watched closely as he brought it up to his mouth and ate it. Before she came out to lunch she made sure to take two of those stupid pills whose purpose was to curb her hyper sexuality. And so far they weren’t working, images of a sweaty King fucking her hard against the walls of the elevator filled her mind. She could practically smell sex. “So Miss. Paris, what does a woman like you do with all her free time?” King asked, Paris chuckled and looked around the restaurant.
“Just chill, the usual. You know? What about you King? What’s it like in the life of a King?” she asked taking a sip of her Coke.
“Honestly Paris? I don’t got much of a life. You probably know that law isn’t a very family oriented career. I’m so busy it’s crazy. But I like to chill with my boys, play a little basketball. The usual you know?” he smiled repeating her words.
“Yeah I know you what you mean.” She nodded staring at her untouched water on the table. Just as King was about to speak again, some oldie song that they just noticed playing in the restaurant was replaced with Alicia Keys and Maxwell's Fire We Make.
“I love this song.” Paris noted smiling swaying from side to side. King licked his lips watching her before suggesting, “Let’s dance!”
Paris stopped swaying and looked at him like he just suggested they go jump off a building. “In here? King, no one else is dancing.”
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