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At his words, I returned my attention to my screen, and he rose to his feet to leave. As he did, I couldn’t help but briefly think about the woman he had mentioned. Did I truly have no interest in pursuing anything with her? Over the past few days, since I had settled in my heart that I would like to be just a bit more tolerable to see if she could catch up and things could work out between us, I had all but put the possibility out of my mind. But, as I watched her excel and improve, it was becoming more and more difficult for me not to be impressed by her growth.
She was a quick learner, and at every point when she was at her desk, I knew she was occupied in knowing what was needed. She was constantly with a voice recorder and was so pleasant to my clients I was becoming suspicious at the rate of personal interest. Unfortunately, this also came with some direct and indirect propositions which I promptly shut down. Sometimes I wondered if it was right to do that; after all, she could very well choose who she wanted to go out with on her own.
However, when considering the harassment from her previous employment, I absolutely did not want that to be the case in any way when she worked with me.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and knowing it was her, I paid extra attention to the proposed inheritance division prepared by George from a recent battle between a client’s family members.
She came in quietly, and I knew she was coming to refresh my coffee. She knew now the exact brand that I liked and that I couldn’t have too many cups of it a day, so she knew to water it down a little to prevent my migraine from flaring up.
I looked at the tray as she set it down and was surprised to see it since we had had this conversation in the past. What I found, though, was a transparent liquid next to it, and inside were the dried flowers.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Chrysanthemum tea,” she replied. “I thought perhaps it would do you some good as an afternoon pick-me-up. It always does wonders for me.”
As usual, I was ready to ignore it, but that was until I saw what she had on. I tried my very best to keep my eyes away from her body, but it was hard not to notice now just how full her breasts were as they pressed against the Japanese-style buttoned-up shirt she had on.
She was incredibly decently dressed, but once again, I was convinced that buttoning up in this way was more of a fucking turn on than when she dressed normally and exposed the skin of her chest. She noticed my perusal, and her hand went to her chest.
“Is this inappropriate?” she asked. “I decided on it because of the meeting with your guests at dinner.”
“The Japanese men?” I asked, and she nodded.
I looked away because sure, it was for them, but I was now all of a sudden hard.
“There’s no need for things like this,” I told her. “Just be prompt and proactive, and all will be well.”
“Alright, sir,” she replied and turned around to leave, and I couldn’t help but admit that I was being unnecessarily mean.
I lifted my gaze as she walked out and couldn’t help but notice how her skirt hugged her hips, and I set the fucking document down. She stopped, startled at my distraction, and I could feel the frustration mounting. This was definitely a terrible idea.
What was it about her that my cock just couldn’t stop paying attention to? She shut the door, and I looked down to the strain across my pants. What a fucking pathetic distraction. But all I could think about was my cock between her breasts. I wondered what her lips tasted like... wondered just how tightly her pussy would grip me if I ever got the chance to enter her. My head fell back against the chair as my breathing came harder, and I couldn’t help but feel fucking sorry for myself. I felt as though I was being harassed.
Once again, I considered proposing the relationship I envisioned with her, however, her past made this close to impossible, and there was no way to stop things from becoming awkward if she rejected me. Then I would definitely have to transfer her somewhere else, or she might quit and advertise to the world that all men were indeed pigs.
I was inclined to accept the label though, if it meant that she could be on her knees at this moment with my cock in her mouth. Sighing, I put on some fucking ocean waves sound and took the five minutes needed to get my head screwed back on tight and all the blood in my dick directed back to my brain.
Chapter Nineteen
Hannah
This was my first time going to a Asian fusion restaurant. But as I had to do with everything concerning working for Guy, I'd studied proper etiquette and even managed to find out from Sandra what he was allergic to.
“Nothing,” she told me, and so after confirming the preferences of his party, I made the arrangements for the meal accordingly.
George was for some reason banned from coming along. Something about his face not being palatable to foreign acquaintances because it was sure to make them distrustful. He sounded quite bitter when he was saying this, but I had to admit that upon further study of his grumpy expression, I was sure I knew what Guy was going on about.
Despite his stern, nerdy, and much too rigid outlook, however, I had gotten to know him a bit more over the past week and couldn’t help but conclude that he was indeed pleasant. Not the most friendly, but fair and pleasant.
“What are you doing afterward?” he asked, and I was a bit startled by the question.
As usual, all my guard went up as I wondered if this was yet another proposition that I’d have to turn down, which would no doubt make things quite awkward between us. In the entire firm, he was basically the closest person to Guy in terms of time spent working together, and then me, so there was cause, more often than not, for us three to be together. I really just wanted to enjoy my work now.
“It’s the weekend, so my friend is coming over. We’re going to order some pizza and just relax.” I immediately lied.
“Alright,” he said, seeming disappointed, and then he started to walk away. To ensure this was platonic, however, I quickly remembered that I was supposed to ask him as well.
“What about you? Any events or dates planned?”
