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“Troy!” she said, pulling me back. “You’re butt naked.”
She let out a little laugh as I gathered my clothes and slid them on behind the desk. I noticed her eyes linger on my erection that hadn’t gone back to sleep. She wanted it again just as badly as I wanted her around it. Damn whoever was out there. I wondered if I could send them away so we could finish.
I stood up from behind the desk, now fully clothed, and held my finger up to my mouth as if to tell her to stay quiet. I walked over to my office door and unlocked it. I opened it and peeked my head out the now lit hallway. I didn’t see anyone.
“Hello?” I called out.
No answer.
I stepped out of my office and closed the door behind me. I heard movement at the end of the hall and walked toward it. I held my breath as I waited to see who it was. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw one of the night crew guys plugging in a vacuum. He had headphones over his ears and I could hear the music blasting. He didn’t notice me, and most likely hadn’t heard anything. If he was just starting his shift, then this was the first room he was cleaning. He hadn’t even made it down the hallway toward my office.
I slipped back down the hallway and entered my office. I was disappointed to see Monica zipping up her skirt, as if I really expected to go for round two now that we weren’t alone in the building. Her blouse hung loosely on her, the buttons ripped off from my impatience earlier. She looked down at her exposed chest and back at me, shaking her head.
“Sorry about that,” I said.
“Well, who was it?” she asked, looking toward the door as she clutched her blouse closed.
“Night crew,” I said, sliding off my jacket and handing it to her. “Here.”
“Does he know we’re here? Did he see us? Or hear us?” There was a worry in her eyes as she slid my jacket over her shoulders.
“Nah. He’s got headphones in and hasn’t made his way down the hallway yet. It’s hard to hear even your screams with Metallica blaring.”
Monica’s cheeks flushed, but she seemed to relax, her shoulders pulling away from her ears. That was a close call. While I was sure I could have paid the guy off, it was better off a secret.
This whole thing had to be a secret, which I wasn’t sure how to tell Monica yet. Whatever this thing was. I knew I didn’t want it to stop, but I also knew the risks of us getting caught. They were far greater than her simply getting fired, which I would feel bad for, but losing my firm would be even worse. If my father found out about this, I would ruin this final chance with him. He would swoop in and take control of this company that I built, all the while saying, “I told you so.” I couldn’t take that. More than anything, I wanted to prove him wrong, all while doing everything behind his back that proved him right.
I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.
And Monica was delicious.
But I also didn’t want to share all of that with Monica. We didn’t know each other that well yet, besides every inch of each other’s bodies and our business practices. I didn’t know what she was looking for, whether it was a relationship or just sex. The first I couldn’t give her. The latter I could.
My previous personal assistants wanted more from me. They wanted to go public. They wanted to be on my arm as my girlfriend. They wanted me to love them. They wanted to be my one and only. I could never give that to them. I hoped Monica would be different. That this could be just as simple as really great sex. Discreet, really great sex.
“We should go,” I said somewhat reluctantly.
She nodded. She helped me straighten my desk so that it didn’t look like we had just had sex on top of it. I looked out into the hallway. I could hear the vacuum running a few doors down. I motioned for Monica to follow me, as I stepped into the hallway. There was something exciting about sneaking around like this. So exciting that I wanted to invite her back to my place to finish what we had started on the floor of my office.
One thing at a time though. We had to get out of there.
I pulled her past the room swiftly and we ran to the elevators, holding our breath as if the guy could even hear us anyway. We tumbled through the open elevator doors and as they closed, we both doubled over in laughter. I ran my hand through my hair and shook my head as I looked at her. Her hair was a mess and she was swimming in my jacket.
“Holy shit,” I said.
“We are going to have to be more careful,” she said, shaking her head.
I stopped laughing and looked at her, trying to hide my surprise. She wanted to continue whatever this was. I wasn’t the only one who wanted to keep this discreet. I felt an ease wash over me. This could work.
“We don’t have to be careful at my place,” I said, taking a step toward her.
I placed my hands on either side of her on the railing in the elevator. She looked up at me with her familiar caramel eyes, the ones that had rolled to the back of her head not even an hour ago as she came in my mouth. I could still taste her.
“Now?” she asked, as her breath caught.
I nodded slowly.
“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, looking down at the ground.