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But at the same time, my body reacted to her, and the anger and frustration she let out made me want to confront it head on. To conquer it. To prove to her that no matter how highly she thought of herself in that moment, that I was the one in charge. That she would do what I told herbecauseI told her.
By the time my arms reached hers, ostensibly to pull her in for an embrace, my mind went white. There were no rational thoughts anymore. Just action. Just pure, unadulterated, primal action.
Her lips were just as soft as I had imagined.
I sank into them immediately and lost all but a shred of my ability to control myself. My hand slid down under her ass and squeezed. I relished in the knowledge that she was pressed against my hips. She could feel my cock pressing against her stomach. She knew how much I wanted her.
Suddenly, she broke away.
It was like ripping a Band-Aid off. Reality came crashing back, and the sudden clench of my stomach when I realized the consequences of what just happened rattled through my brain.
What had I done?
I ruined it. I ruined all of it I thought.
The look on her face told a story I couldn’t quite decipher. She was frantic, but not out of fear or anger. Out of desperation. We both knew we shouldn’t have done that. But somewhere, deep inside, I knew she wanted it too. Just as much as I did.
A few moments of silence that seemed to stretch on into infinity passed between us as we breathed heavily and tried to gain our own bearings. When she finally broke eye contact to look down and away, holding herself up on the back of the leather chair across from my desk, I sunk against the wall, hanging my head as I tried to think of what to do next.
“You won’t have to walk home,” I said. “I’ll take you.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You aren’t asking me,” I said. “I’m telling you. I’m taking you home. I insist.”
“Look, you don’t have to do that,” she said. “I don’t need an apology ride.”
“That’s not what it is,” I said, and slowly, her eyes came back to mine. “I’m not apologizing.”
I heard her breath catch, and there was another long moment of silence.
“It’s a long way,” she said, her voice seeming to lose conviction.
“All the better reason for me to take you,” I said. “Get your stuff. I’ll be ready in just a moment.”
She hesitated only for a moment before sweeping back toward her office. As her door shut gently, I sat down and finished the work I had been doing and then packed up my laptop bag. Sitting it on the top of the desk, I heard her door open and turned. She had drawn the blinds in that room, something that I hadn’t seen anyone do in years.
When she came out, she was wearing completely different clothes. Gone was her dress and the leggings that begged to have my fingers trail up them, replaced by plain, black yoga pants. Gone was the long, hanging hair, pulled up into a bun. Gone were those bare shoulders and open collarbone, replaced by a tight t-shirt of a band whose heyday had to have been ten years before she was even born.
She stopped halfway to me and slipped on a hoodie before hanging her duffel bag over her shoulder. Our eyes met, and she shrugged almost imperceptibly.
“How long do you have to walk?” I asked.
“I don’t walk,” she said. “I run.”
“Run?”
“I’m a runner,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Have been since high school. It’s not a big deal earlier in the night, but late…”
“I see,” I said. “Alright, come on.”
I walked to the main office door and held it open for her. She passed through, mumbling thanks, and headed for the elevator, pressing the button before I could get to it. There was a tense silence between us, neither one of us knowing exactly what to say or where to go from here as we waited for the elevator door to open and then stepped inside.
“Garage, actually,” I said as she went to press the button for the main lobby floor.
“Oh, yeah,” she said.
When the doors opened to the garage level, I led the way, guiding her to the spot just a few feet away. Her eyes widened a bit when she saw the town car, and I smirked a little to myself as I opened the passenger door for her. Going around to the driver’s side, I slipped in and turned the engine on to get the heat going.
