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"I'm really not hungry," she replied, and I nodded. I wasn't going to force her. I took a few more spoonfuls; however, having someone watch you while you eat wasn't the best way to aid digestion, so I eventually set my spoon down and pushed the bowl away.
I raised my head then and looked at her.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Every time I saw her, I was especially stunned by this fact. What was more interesting to me now, however, was the fact that she looked somewhat disheveled. Perhaps to the normal onlooker, she looked just fine, but she usually didn’t joke with her appearance. There was never a crease in her suit or jacket or a hair out of place, but today, however, multiple strands had loosened from the bun she had worn all day, and now she looked... homely. Less like a robot… just human and fragile and absolutely fuckable.
“Explain yourself,” I told her. “I'm to understand that you just offered your body up to me to fuck,” I asked. “That doesn't sound right, no matter the context.”
“It's no different from a casual hook-up,” she replied. Her voice was small and appeared confident, but I could still hear the slight tremor in it. She was absolutely not as sure or confident about this as she wanted to seem.
“So you just want us to fuck, and then you'll be on your way?”
“If that's alright with you. I mean, if we worked together like you said, it would be a problem but?—”
“Stop repeating yourself,” I held a hand up, and her mouth instantly snapped shut.
I stared at her, then cocked my head.
“You're offering this because you're attracted to me?” I asked.
“Sexually, yes,” she replied, and I had to admit that I was surprised by this. I mean, it wasn’t strange, it just was... I didn’t expect it, at least, especially coming from her, and given her background of basically being propositioned by everything with a dick from the moment she turned eighteen, I was sure.
“Since when?” I asked, curious about how long she had been thinking about this. I mean, if it had been from the very beginning, then it did put a lot of things into perspective. So maybe I wasn't crazy after all.
“From when you mentioned it,” she replied.
“I mentioned what?” I asked.
“The proposition,” she said. “You said you didn’t want to be distracted by me, and then I put two and two together and assumed that you probably wanted to... you were probably sexually attracted to me as well.”
“So, that more or less made you pay attention?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yes.”
I lifted my chin in understanding.
“So, all this time... you've been thinking about me sexually?”
“Yes,” she replied, and I knew then I had to stop because it was most definitely beginning to sound like I was fishing for compliments. It wasn't the case, though. I was just truly and genuinely amazed by what she was currently saying to me.
“So, you want to fuck?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Not just because you want to apologize and probably get your job back?”
“That would be manipulative. I'm not manipulative.”
“Well, you may not be manipulative, but you definitely are murderous,” I said. “Why the fuck did you make such an error today? You didn’t ask about allergies while setting up the dinner?” I asked.
Her tone immediately rose in defense of herself.
“I asked Jude, but he didn’t know, and then I asked Sandra. I also tried—anyway, they all told me that you didn’t have any allergies. I checked with the others as well, found that one of them was vegan, and purposefully ensured he was only ever served vegetarian dishes. I had no clue whatsoever that?—”
She stopped once again, took a deep breath, and then released it.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I know everything I'm saying now just sounds like an excuse, but I swear to you it's not. I know I should have done better, and I'm not trying to get my job back by apologizing in this way, but I just really need to let you know that I'd never cause harm to you in any way.”
“That's a silly emphasis,” I almost rolled my eyes. “Why the fuck would I suspect you wanted to cause harm to me in any way.”
