My Disaster Dates Diary

Chris (Part 2)

Jesus Christ. How did he even know where I worked! I’d told him I worked in an office but never specified.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Chelsea commented as she walked over to me, removing my phone from my hand and reading the text for herself.

“Now that’s just scary.” She commented actually sounding quite concerned, “And yet so sweet!” She cooed mockingly as she pinched my cheeks, laughing once again.

“Rosie, I’m not even kidding. 53 texts… Fifty fucking three. I’ve not even sent that in a day! Never mind in less than 5 hours!” I heard her adjust the phone and her tone was that of concern when she said, “I told you! Bloody creepers! Just ignore him.”

I scoffed knowing I couldn’t even ignore him, “That’s not even the best part! He’s only found out where I work and is going to bring me some lunch!” I almost screamed, hair falling out of my usually neat bun as I paced the staff room.

“Alright, just calm down. Maybe he’s just being kind. Just accept it and try to tell him you’re not interested in being anything more than friends.” She tried to tell me but I was startled when Chelsea popped her head in the door informing me that someone was outside waiting for me.

I swallowed hard, saying a curt goodbye to Rosie before cutting the line, I straightened my skirt and blazer, fixed as much of my hair as I could before exiting the room.

“Hey, babe.” Chris greeted me, his hands wrapping instinctively around my waist, his eyes glued to my chest. I patted his chest for lack of anything better to do, pushing him away slightly, turning my head to the side so that he couldn’t sneak a sly kiss.

“Hi.” I muttered nervously as he took a step back.

“God, you’re sexy in your work outfit.” He looked me over, almost drooling on his shirt, which no doubt cost more than my entire outfit.

I heard Chelsea scoff and try to pass it off as a cough as she turned away looking for something to occupy herself with.

“Anyway,” He brought himself out of his daze and stopped staring at me, kind of. “I brought you some lunch.” He held up a brown paper bag with a name on I hadn’t even heard of. “They don’t do take out, but I had words.” He winked at me handing over the bag.

“Oh, erm, thanks.” I said shyly, my brows furrowing with lack of anything to say to his gesture, I pushed some hair out of my face staring down at the ground.

“Do you have an office? Somewhere we could be in private?” He asked, again moving closer to me, but I moved backwards only to find a wall had replaced the air I thought I was stepping into.

“I don’t actually, but my breaks almost over anyway, so…” I trailed off after looking up to the clock hoping he’d get the message despite the fact that I still had 35 minutes left of my lunch hour. His head turned and he looked about the almost deserted space where only Chelsea stood in the corner.

His eyes travelled to the door behind me, which had ‘Staff Only’ printed on. “What about in there?” He asked and I foolishly replied, “Erm… It’s for staff only.”

He chuckled before saying something that turned my cheeks as red as beetroot, “Oh, being a good girl today? But I loved you being a naughty girl last night.” Although he said this in a husky whisper I knew Chelsea heard and no doubt had been listening as she choked and a few papers flew to the floor, which she hurried to pick up, sparing us an apologetic smile as she left the room leaving us alone. He moved towards me, placing his hands on my hips and lowering his face to my neck.

I tried to move away but my movement was obviously misinterpreted as he moved his kisses further up my neck. “Listen, Chris,” I swallowed hard not knowing how to say this. “Last night was great-”

“I know, I can’t get it out of my mind.” He muttered against my neck as his kisses grew hungrier. He pushed me and my back collided with the door to the empty staff room.

My heart was doing flips inside my chest as his eyes scanned the room noticing it was empty his eyes met mine with a naughty glint in them.

“Chris!” I almost shouted, as his lips were about to crash onto mine. He stopped, his brow raised in question.

“It’s against policy. I really should get back to work, thank you for the lunch.” I said quickly, ‘against policy’? Jesus Christ. Could that have been the worst lie ever? I think it may have been.

“Are you sure I can’t offer you some desert to go with your lunch?” He whispered but the sound of Derek my boss clearing his throat stopped him from following through with his actions.

“Ashley.” He greeted me, a scolding tone evident as he then addressed Chris, “I’m sorry sir but I have to ask you to leave.”

Chris complied after trying to kiss me but failing so settling with a kiss on the cheek before he left.

“Jesus Christ, thank you, Derek!” I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding wanting to kiss the man in front of me who had just saved my life.

He gave me a confused look asking, “What are you talking about, McKenna?”

“Nothing.” I muttered happily as I fixed my hair and left, how he hadn’t seen that I wasn’t enjoying Chris’ affection was beyond me; you’d have thought that constant grimace on my face would have been a bit of a give away.

‘Sorry if I got you into trouble, princess, I just couldn’t control myself ;) xxxx’

Chris text me and I groaned, throwing my head back as I sat at my desk in my less than comfortable computer chair.

“So, you were a naughty girl last night?” Chelsea questioned jokingly as she walked over to my station, jumping up and sitting on my desk.

“Apparently so, didn’t think I was capable of being naughty if I’m honest.” I muttered truthfully having not really remembered a lot about the night before.

Chelsea gave a small laugh before she apologised for setting me up with Chris; she pulled the food out of the untouched brown paper bag. She began to laugh hysterically and I looked over to her with a questioning look on my face, “He also got you a little present…” She said handing me the bag after having removed a tray of what I assumed was the most expensive haute cuisine ever made.

She began to eat as I opening the bag, my mouth gaping open as I saw a bag from Ann Summers. I didn’t even want to open it.

“Ooo, there’s a note as well!” I squealed in mock excitement as I opened it before opening the bag. I read it out for Chelsea, “’Hope you enjoy this little treat as much as I will’ then there’s a wink face and three kisses.” I told Chelsea, opening the bag I found a skimpy piece of lingerie, which was composed of black lace around the trim, silk around the chest, and a translucent black material which was split down the middle, which I concluded, would reach down to about the top of my thigh, there was also a matching thong. Great. I held it up for Chelsea to see and she laughed before examining it saying, “That’s actually quite hot. I wonder if it’s my size…” She went to grab it but I pulled it back saying, “It’s mine! Who knows, I might need to wear it... sometime!” I said and she gave me a look which said ‘we-both-know-you-wouldn't. Ever’ I knew she was right - I would never wear anything like that - but I wasn’t going to tell her that. So I just stuck my tongue out at her like the child I am and stuffed it back in the bag. 

Needless to say Chris continued to text me for the rest of the week. Who knows if he’ll ever stop!

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