I tossed in bed and yelped as the defrosted yogurt on my chest spilled all over me and my bed. Quickly getting out of bed, I ran to my en-suite and grabbed a wet towel then began to clean my bed before cleaning myself. When I was done, I took the messy bowl to the kitchen and dropped it in the sink. It was in the middle of the night which is why it was still dark outside. I opened my blinds a little and that is when I noticed that Trenton's car was still outside and that he was sleeping in it, half his face visible because of the streetlight outside. He had on a white T-shirt and a zipping hoodie which I guessed were from his back up clothes. Why didn't he just go home?
I closed the blinds and sat down in the living room but my mind wouldn't let me rest. It was cold outside and his car was off which meant that he was probably freezing inside. I grabbed a coat from the hook behind the door and walked bare feet outside to get him. I knocked on his window and he woke up with a start until he realised that it was me. I beckoned for him to go inside with me. So he was wearing pyjama bottoms? Who travels with those in their car?
Once inside, I brought him a mini heater and a pillow and blanket. The carpet was soft enough to act as a mattress and he sat down, his back against the couch at I stood beside him.
"Please forgive me," he whispered as he looked up at me. "I know that you're not my friend or anything but I didn't want to see you with that man for my own selfish reasons and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Joera."
I sat opposite him when I saw that he meant every word which was a feat for an emotionless robot lawyer. "Why did you do it?"
"Jerman is just like me. Character wise but his preferences are a bit more extreme than mine and I don't want him putting you in that position. He was going to hurt you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that Jerman is into some hardcore BDSM stuff and he enjoys seeing people in pain. And I know you, Joera. You're not into that extreme kind of-"
"And how would you know my sexual preferences?" I challenged.
"You can tell a lot from people's character and also, Aurel-I mean Oscar-might have let slip a couple of things during one drunken boys' night. All I'm saying is you were not going to enjoy your night with Jerman. I hate that I made you angry but I do not regret doing what I did."
"What do you care?" I stood up. "You barely know me!"
He too stood up and looked at me with a small smile. "I wish I barely knew you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means nothing," he quickly said, smirking, knowing that it would catch my curiosity.
I wasn't going to fall for this. "I'm going off to bed. And also, one question, why didn't you go to your house? Why did you sleep in your car?"
He became serious. "I just couldn't leave things in the state that they were. You were mad, I was sorry and I didn't want to spend the whole weekend stressed about this."
"So you basically did it because it was weighing hard on your conscience? That explains a lot." I walked to the kitchen. "Bassey is dropping me, by the way."
"She called." Trenton came over and grabbed a bottle of cold water from the fridge. "I don't want to intrude but what happened between you two? She never calls me."
I shrugged. "We had a little fight because I was angry that she was settling for 10% after everything that Edward had put her through. I just felt like I'd done all my hard work for nothing."
"That's the cover story, yes. But what really happened? Are you a lesbian?"
My eyes went wide as I turned to look at him. "What?"
"I passed Bassey with a smudged lipstick on my way to your office and when I got in there, yours was smudged as well and your skirt had ridden a little high. You kissed. But I don't think you're a lesbian because tonight you were scoping for a man in your bed...so you're bisexual?"
I snorted. "No. I am straight and even if I was bisexual, that would be awesome. If you want to know about everything, you ask Bassey yourself. Maybe we just wanted to have a little fun. Who knows?"
Trenton grinned. "Can I join in on the fun?"
"You're nasty! And not in a million years. Tell me, is it true that you are really into black women? Let me rephrase that-black powerful and independent women? The branch manager is white last time I checked."
"I am into those kind of women but they're not into me. It's just easier to get with white women because I'm white and I have money."
"Are you into me then?" I joked but I was surprised when he dropped the water bottle in his hand and coughed out the water in his mouth. "Are you OK?"
He quickly nodded and looked at me. Then he smirked. "And what would you say if I answered yes?"
I laughed. "You're not too bad and I could brag about you to my mom who thinks you're the best boss in the world because of how I painted you to her."
Trenton grinned. "So she approves?"
I slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "She'll never be your mother in law," I whispered into his ear. "Never."
His hands suddenly grabbed me and pinned me before him, the edge of the kitchen counter digging into my back. He smirked. "How sure are you?"
My heart leapt in my chest. What the heck just happened? "I'm sure. You're like my number one enemy-what are you doing?" I gulped when I saw his face only inches away from mine. "Trenton..."
"Please don't push me away because I'll lose the last bit of courage I have to do this," he said throatily. He became throaty only when he was nervous. Was he nervous?
His mouth made contact with mine and I involuntarily closed my eyes, savoring this simple yet intimate kiss that made my tummy get in knots and tighten. What was this? I had felt a few butterflies with Aurel-Oscar-but right now, my tummy was so tight that it ached.
Trenton's hands lifted me onto the counter and mine went around his neck as all the other senses except my touch one left. The simple kiss turned passionate when his tongue sought entry into my mouth.
"Stop!" I quickly said as I pushed him away and got off the counter. I couldn't bring myself to look at him because I was craving for more. "You're my boss. This...no. Boundaries."
I felt his eyes on me. "Joera..."
"No!" I quickly said.
I looked at him and when I did, he didn't even give me a chance to speak but crashed his lips on mine, nipping my bottom lip in the process while he deposited me back on the counter top. I was going to throw up from the cartwheels in my stomach. Cursing to myself, I tried to help him out of his shirt and hoodie but he was too tall so I settled back and watched him take them off himself.
I ran my hands over his arms and on his stomach...all I felt were bumps and I bit my bottom lip which was trembling a little. His hands took off my coat and discarded it on the floor along with the towel I had slept in. I crossed my legs and put my arms over my breasts, daring not to look at him. My colleague...he was standing before me and staring hungrily at my naked form.
"Don't hide yourself," he whispered as he started to trail kisses down my body. "You're beautiful."
I looked up at him shyly. I was never shy! What was he doing to me? I moved my arms from my body and showed myself to him.
He smiled. "I guess black women are underrated. I think you are the most beautiful creatures alive. And you shouldn't hide your beauty." He kissed me slowly, from my lips, downwards until he got downtown. I squirmed away but he pulled me back and stood between my legs. "I'm just gonna tell you straight. If you run, I'm going to punish you. Do you hear me?" His voice had a gruff edge to it and it sent tingles down my spine.
I nodded and he went down again but I squirmed and I received a hard slap to my butt, making me yelp and slap him on the cheek too. He stared at me with a sharp expression before he started laughing. This was gonna be fun, I decided as I grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled them down.
Fuck.
"I hope it is to your liking," he said and I hinted a bit of insecurity in his voice so I slapped him again and he gasped.
"Do not ever sound insecure," I whispered, caressing his face where I had slapped it. "Don't ever ever."
He grinned and kissed me. Then he readied himself and may I say that if I didn't go off into space and see the stars that day, I never would.