§§Pamela.
I hummed to myself as I made my way up the stairs. The weather was a bit warm outside, and I seemed to have woken up in a good mood. Where had that come from? It was probably that fact that there was a brand-new coffee machine waiting for me just a few feet from my desk.
And probably that fact that you slept well with thoughts of a certain someone filling your head. Like how he hugged you longer than was necessary or when he rested his chin on your head.
Or for the fact you both almost kiss-
I hit my toe on the side of a table and bit back a cry. The smile fading into a scowl. Damned these open flats, why were they even created when they couldn't protect our feet? And most importantly who puts a table in the middle of the hall-oh .
I was the one at fault here, going the wrong way and not paying attention.
Or how Nile walked in on you both and commented on how intimate of a position you both were in.
There goes that voice again.
I made my way while limping to my desk, just a few moments after dropping my bag I ran for the machine but had to wait as the gods would have had it. Nile stood in front of it trying on decide on which drink to pick. His fingers kept on hovering over a latte and his eyes went to a cappuccino.
I waited at the same time tapping my feet.
"They all seem so good, can't decide."
He turned slowly and eyed me, as much as I wanted to scowl at him I couldn't help but smile. It had to be them hormones.
"In a good mood are we now?"
I blushed. I was always in a good mood. Although the mood changed once I steeped into the office. Sweetness who knew working one's ass off could be stressful. They didn't prepare me for adult life, I was still gripping on the reins of the wild horse.
"I am always in a good mood. "
"You're quite early to."
I blushed again. I was early because of the coffee and not for any other reason.
Liar.
The voice screamed. Couldn't it shut up and let me lie to myself?
"If I stay with you any longer, I too will start blushing." His first cup got filled up then he waited for the second cup. "Or is it because of yesterday? Is that why you are so happy and ripe red."
I had to turn around as I felt my face heat up. It was hot in here, heat waves, we were facing heat waves.
Nile's laughter filled the room and I turned just in time to see him gesture towards the empty machine. The aroma of the coffee hit my face and I was instantly searching for a coin. Then I spotted two coins by the counter.
"Help yourself." He gestured towards the coins and before I could protest, he said. "See you around Pamy." Then he was off.
§§Nile.
I pushed open the door to Kyle's office. His eyes were glued to the screen of his laptop. "Dude I didn't know which you wanted so I randomly picked."
"Um." Was his reply.
I went on. "I never knew you were so generous, who would have thought that you would actually place a coffee machine up here yet we already have one in the company kitchen."
"Um." He replied again.
"Or is it because of a certain someone"
"Um." Came his answer.
I walked over to the chair in front of his desk and placed his cup besides him. Crossing my legs, I blew on my steaming drink. "So how did it go with fucking your mom? Hope you did well?"
At once he looked up, a horrid expression on his face and his fists clenched. I bust out laughing, even managing to spill a few drinks of the scalding latte on my white shirt.
"It's not funny." He replied grumpily. I couldn't help but laugh. I placed the drink on his table and pulled out a small serviette. The silence around us settled and I watched his face change from amused to worried. He stared back at his computer screen.
"You look um, I wouldn't say more handsome because everyone knows I am most handsome but you look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
He sighed. "That's because I have been thinking a lot."
Without more words, he pushed a file to my front and I picked it up immediately. The first words I read made me snort out loud.
Competency :
Sex: Good at oral, anal, and vaginal coitus. A professional at bdsm. Master with the whip, known for different styles and methods.
"She is crazy if she thinks you are picking a whore from here." Another line caught my attention.
Thick in the right motherfucking places.
"Wait, do girls actually think we are more into their bodies than personalities?" I closed the file with disgust and placed it back on the table. He was still looking at the screen of his device.
"She does have a point. If I pick a girl from there, any girl than there is a high chance of my empire expanding. Besides she practically asked them for how they performed in bed. She wants someone that knows how to satisfy me."
I looked at him. "So, you are seriously thinking about choosing a girl from here?"
I couldn't believe it. I understood he was still healing from his long-term love but picking a girl from the bunch I had seen. The ones that looked like spoilt brats.
"It would be a loveless marriage." I couldn't help but blunt out. He sighed and looked out the window. I could see the worry on his face. There was no way in hell he was picking a girl from the file and there was no way he would go back to his ex. I would never allow for those two to happen.
"I have no choice." He said as his eyes settled back on the screen. I stood up and walked to the back shelf as if searching for something. I caught a glance at what he was looking at and walked back to my seat.
"You do have a choice and a better option. She is right here in the company." He sighed placing the cool cup in between his hands.
"Yeah right like as if she would play the part well."
This guy was as clueless as my ass. But still he stared at his screen and watched the so called she' as she scribed about in her seat sipping from her cup and talking to the one and only Noreen.
I questioned. "Have you tired asking her?" Unashamedly he ran his hands along the mask in his drawer. A huge grin split on my face. He closed the laptop and looked outside.
"Even if I did, do you think she would just agree to be in a relationship with me. Look at me." I did look at him.
"Is that a pimple I see on your face? My word Kyle you need yourself a woman, you are growing old."
He snorted and looked around. I got to my feet. "You could put her in some form of clutch. One you know you have control over." I suggested even though I knew it was wrong for me to have done so.
"Or you could ask?"
He didn't say anything but continued to stare out the window. Sighing I held my cup. "Just don't make a mistake you would regret. She is a better option for you and the only way-out of this whole mess. It's not like you are going to marry her, you just need her to act the part of being madly in love with you. Then when everything is done, you both can walk away, no feelings, no strings."
I dropped my cup in the trash as an idea popped up in my head. "I will see you later I have something I need to do." Without waiting for a response I walked out of his office and just as I had expected she wasnt by her desk.
Luck you are mine now.
I made my way towards the last room on the second corridor. Pushing the slightly ajar door open, I saw her bent writing something on a piece of paper. Her mind was glued to whatever it is she was doing as she didn't seem to notice the soft click of the door.
I walked in deeper and began my quest of looking for a box, that was when she acknowledged me.
"Nile." She gasped out of breath and the lollipop she had in her mouth dropped to the floor.
I watched as her cheeks heated to pink and the red of the sweet stained her tongue and lips. She was more than beautiful, she was perfect.
"Are are you looking for something?" She stammered.
Was I the one that gave her such an effect? Damn it turned me on. I had been trying to talk to her privately, but every time I did, she was either with Pamela, or in the middle of a crowd or trying to break it down to some male employees that she was not interested. Though she didn't have to bother with the last part, because I had already taken care of that.
"Yes, actually I am but I think I have found it." I grabbed a random box. Walking the short distance, I stood just a few feet from where she stood. I could tell how nervous she was. But she didn't seem so that night. She gripped the edge of the table and stared at me.
Acting like as if I didn't notice the way she crossed her leg over the other, I looked into the box and my face twisted, a frown graced my lips.
Of all boxes, I had picked one that was named toiletries. Sanitary pads, tampons, a whip and oh lord help me condoms sat well arranged in the brown square.
"So, have you found what you were looking for?" Her voice was a slow seductive whisper. She etched towards me and the box, looking through she pulled out the whip and smiled to herself.
"I always knew she would come in so handy, not that I am a fan of bdsm but who doesn't like sex with a bit of some spice." She bit on her lower lip. Couldn't she tell I was struggling between maintaining my cool and having her bent over the table?
Grabbing the whip with a blush on my face I dropped the box back where I found it and pulled out another box. This time it was filled to the brim with files.
"I am looking for the document that holds all expenses made on this floor. That is what I am searching for."
"Oh really?" She asked puzzled. "That is not found here but in the financial department, you would have to go down there to get it."
"And what if I don't want to go down there to get it? Although, the thought of going down there somewhere has me thinking." I took slow steps towards her.
"Then you won't get your file on the expenses made on this floor but concerning that thought of going down there, it deepens on where the down there is."
I stood right before her. Her eyes looked even more beautiful from such an angle. The words slipped out of my mouth before I could think on them.
"I have missed you so much."
Her breath hitched. She closed her eyes as my thumb brushed against her lower lip. I placed my hand on her waist and expected her to push me aside, but she leaned onto me. Not to close but again nearer than before.
She placed her hands around my neck and before I knew it, we were kissing.