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Hazel
I check the time on my phone while holding the coffee cup with the other. I try to catch my breath. Running to the coffee place was quicker and easier. Coming back while holding a coffee cup was a bit more challenging.
A strange energy bounced between us earlier, and I couldn't hide it like I thought I'd be able to. I bet he noticed, too. I could see the frustration on his face when I called him Mr. Cromwell. Why is he sad? That's what he told me before, right? That Saturday. I'd call him Archer that day only.
I've been gone six minutes and forty-one seconds. If I sprint, I can make it on time, I tell myself as I walk back into his office. However, I don’t want to make it. Besides, what will he do if I don't make it within seven minutes? Slap me on my wrist? Yell? Fire me? I know he won't fire me. Emma already told me about how frazzled he was during my absence.
But a boldness that's not natural to me wants to know.
I slow down enough to ensure I don’t make it on time, then walk into his office. Silently, I place the coffee cup on his desk in front of him.
"Close the door," he says assertively.
His voice has an edge that sends thrills to my core. My pussy throbs with anticipation. I do as he says, my fingers trembling despite my effort to play it cool.
"You're one second late." He waves his phone, then puts it on his desk.
"I told you seven minutes wasn't enough." I walk up to him but don't sit like I usually do.
He tilts his head to the side, thinking. "It's not one minute, or two or three… you're exactly one second late. Do you know what that means?"
I swallow, then glance at the coffee cup, still untouched on his desk. I clear my throat. "That means you could have added an extra pep to your step. You chose not to. You wanted to get in trouble with me. Didn't you?"
I lift my chin. "What if I did?"
A small devilish smile curves his lips, and I know I shouldn't have asked. I've been challenging him, and now it's time to pay. What is he asking? My heart flips in my chest.
He grabs the cup I brought him and, without even sipping, puts it on one of the shelves across from him. What is he doing? Then, he walks toward me, and my defenses drop lower and lower with each step.
My nipples harden against my bra, and now I realize wearing a white blouse wasn't the best call. I bet if he looks down, he can see how aroused I am.
"What if you did?" he repeats, dipping his head.
I tip-toe, stretching to my full height to be closer to his lips. I look down and see his cock bulging in his pants, and my panties get wetter than ever before.
"What if you messed up on purpose? Like all those times you conveniently made a mistake on my dates."
"Mr. Cromwell."
"Mr. Cromwell, what? You have been bad. Reprehensible."
"I swear?—"
"There you go, being bad again. Lying. Dirty girl."
He turns me so I face his desk. He closes the distance between us, my back to his front, and I lose the battle, melting against him like an overindulged cat. I have no pride. No self-preservation. Right now, none of that matters.
"I wonder how long you've been wanting to be dirty for me. When I saw your ass in that dress, I almost fell over," he whispers in my ear.
He touches my ass, and I undulate my hips, pushing them against his palms. He reaches to my waistline and unzips my pants, then pulls them down until all I'm wearing on my lower half is the G-string that showcases my assets.
"Damn." He swats my ass, and a zing of hot awareness surges through me, warming my exposed flesh.
I moan.
I feel lightheaded, and I'm glad he's behind me, or I'd be the one falling over. He cups my ass, caressing the cheeks, then swats it again. A warm ache flares through my skin.
