Must Date The Chef

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My gown rides up as he cups my butt and slips his fingers into the waistband of my G-string. I moan when he flicks a finger over my folds and begin to litter kisses all over his neck as one hand kneads my breast and the other continues circling my clit.

I want to touch him down there too. My fingers reach for his belt and he stops his movements briefly for me to unbuckle it. I grind on his erection, giving up on my shaky fingers that can't locate the buckle and a car horn stops me from trying again.

"Paul," I breathe out, "I want you but Chi..." I trail off when he caresses my nipple. His touch, I can't get enough of it and no matter what I say or tell him, I want him so bad.

Staring at him through hooded eyes, I bite my lips when he zips up my gown and tries to adjust my dress. I want him to be mine.

He points to something in front of us and my head turns in that direction. It's the Audi parked by the fence of my house. I stay alone so I don't think too much about it until further inspection. The car is familiar. King is here.

Paul opens the door and I step out. He joins me outside, wraps an arm around my waist and I smile at his protectiveness.

"I know the person."

My statement does little or nothing to keep his hand off my waist and I giggle. We wait for King to approach us and a surprised smile dance across my lips when he comes to stand in front of me with a bouquet and box of chocolates. Paul stiffens beside me; his hand finally drops from my waist.

"Please, don't go," I whisper low enough for only him to hear when he makes to leave. I try to hold his hand but it slips from my grasp and I am forced to face him. "Please."

He doesn't say anything and I take it as a sign that he won't. I need him here with me. Taking steps away from Paul, I don't stop walking until I notice King is not behind me.

"Where have you been?" King asks.

I close the distance between us. "Out."

We haven't seen each other since our office tryst and I had hoped it stayed that way for a long time. I have gotten my attraction for him out of my system, I don't want him buying me gifts, thinking we are now a couple. We made the conditions clear, just thirty minutes and then we are done.

"You have a thing for the male staffs," he comments with a glance at Paul. I shrug. "Did you get my package?" I stop midway into shaking my head, hold on. King is the secret admirer. I chuckle and he continues, "I wanted to take you out for dinner."

To be sure he is the one who sent the package, I describe it to him and he nods. We stand there in silence for a while, my foot draws circles on the ground, I don't know what to say. "I already ate dinner."

"I should go," King says and hands over the bouquet and box of chocolates after pecking me. I stand there until his car disappears, the hand holding the bouquet drops and my shoulder sags. This can't happen again.

Without turning, I can feel Paul's gaze on me and I wonder if he caught any of our conversations. Walking back to the car where Paul is seated, I retrieve the keys and unlock the gate, giving myself a mental note to get a gateman, the same thing I have been telling myself since I moved in here.

Paul drives the car in, steps out without a word to me and I hurry to unlock the front door with the box of chocolates tucked under my armpit. My hand connects with the switch and light floods my parlour.

Dropping the chocolate on the glass table at the centre of the parlour, I take steps back and watch Paul retrieve the television remote after flipping the socket switch without a clue as to what to say to him. He is not a man of many words but this silence is suffocating. I want to hear his sexy voice.