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“Since you’re going to fire me away…” I began but didn’t have the courage to complete the words.
“You’re asking me to have sex with you?”
In that instant, I was ready to retreat. I couldn't believe that I was saying this out loud, but although I was quite modest, I also didn’t necessarily shy away from the things I wanted.
“I didn’t want to be inappropriate because we worked together, but given as that won’t be the case after today then… if it’ll make you feel any better? Plus, it's out of gratitude and apology. That's it.”
His eyes narrowed as though he couldn’t quite comprehend what I was saying, and I grew even more afraid as I tried to explain myself. To say all this in a way that didn’t make me look like I was absolutely and completely insane, although, to an extent, I immensely suspected that this ship had already sailed.
“Last time,” I tried to explain. “I mean, after I… the first time at the bistro, you said something about wanting to proposition me. I might be completely wrong. I mean, I’m sure I’m completely wrong, but if it was this, and if you’re still interested, then since I no longer work for you, then - yes. Please.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Yes? Please?” he asked, and I really didn’t know how to answer him.
“Okay,” he replied and pulled away, and then the towel fell all the way to the floor, completely exposing him. I didn't look down, even though I would have given an arm to.
He stared at me; however, I couldn’t help but notice that he was no longer furious.
“You sure do wait a lot,” he says, and I lower my head.
“I'll leave now. I just… I really wished this could have worked out.”
I turned around, but his words stopped me.
“It seems you really do have a knack for making everything worse.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but this accusation wasn’t particularly pleasant, so I couldn’t help but frown.
Without responding, I dropped the soup, but before I could leave, he uttered the magic words.
“Come in,” he said, and I instantly froze on the spot.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Guy
It seemed I had finally gotten what I wanted. Although given all that had happened, it felt as though I had somehow twisted her arm into offering it, and I didn’t quite know how this made me feel. I wasn't sure yet if I was going to accept her offer, but I did want to speak to her a bit more to work out exactly where her head was spinning because it seemed to be in the gutter. Plus, there was the fact that she had seen my cock, and after the words she had just said to me, I was a hundred percent sure that no amount of jacking off was going to soothe it down.
After picking up the towel, I wrapped it around my waist, took the bag of soup she had brought and headed in. I left the door ajar, giving her the choice of whether she truly wanted to come in or whether she just wanted to leave the soup and continue on her way. Whatever she chose, it was up to her.
I, on the other hand, actually wanted the soup, so I headed over to the kitchen and placed it on the counter. I brought out the bowl and, although it was still hot, I wanted to warm it up a little more.
So, tired, I poured some into a bowl and plopped it into the microwave. Leaning against the counter, I waited and wondered if she had come in or left. I couldn't hear a single word, but it seemed she had checked out and left, or she had been trying to play some kind of nonsense game with me.
Either way, I remained patient, trying my best to keep the image of my cock wet and slick with her release as I rammed over and over into her out of my head. Perhaps it would be on this gorgeous marble surface, against the wall in my bedroom, or in the shower. I wanted to fucking know what her cunt tasted like, wanted to know what it felt like to suck on her clit, and have her nipples on my tongue. And perhaps, even if she was as dirty as I hoped she would be, my cock would find its way to her ass.
Fuck. I wanted to ruin her in every way, just fuck her until neither of us could walk. And the fact that I was standing there so calmly while I thought of all this was wild to me. However, the more I thought, the harder I became, until I all but lost my appetite because I was too fucking horny.
Soon, the microwave dinged its completion, so I headed over to retrieve the soup. It was steaming hot now, just the way that I wanted it. So, after placing it on a flat plate, I brought it over to the counter with me and grabbed a spoon. I looked up then, and to my excitement, found her standing in the middle of the huge apartment, looking completely lost and out of place. She was watching me, and it made me realize just how scrawny she looked, apart from her boobs.
"Have you eaten?" I asked. She nodded, and instantly, I knew it was a lie. Maybe she had been back in the restaurant, but certainly not comfortably enough for it to count as a proper dinner.
"So, you don't want any soup?" I asked as I took a scoop and brought it to my lips. I blew on it and had a first taste. It was good. Extremely good. Much better than I had hoped or even expected.
I wanted to be alone, but even with the current tension between us, this wasn't possible, so I continued eating. Eventually, though, she seemed to find her courage, perhaps realizing that she was already in the apartment and thus was already partially welcome.
She came closer and only stopped when she reached the front of the counter. She stared at me as though I was some attacker of some sort, and as though she had to be careful for her life, and it made me shake my head.
"There's a bowl right there," I said. "Help yourself to some if you want it."
