Unrequited? A Lie Told-A Promise Broken

29. -Art & Fiat-

-Art-

I peek into his office and he is busy looking busy.

I don't know his business.

I walk over and pick up the remote that brings down the blinds in his office. A moment later we are totally alone.

I walk over and touch his face, "It's lunch time Mr. CEO."

He looks at the bag in my hand.

"I'm fine I don't usually eat lunch."

"Eat today. I went and got this for you."

He smiles at me. "Really?"

"Yes baby. I went and got you lunch."

I reach into the bag and pull out the lunch tray. I move the documents sitting in front of him and place the tray.

He opens it and smiles.

"It's my favorite."

I lean in and kiss him on his hair, taking a short inhale.

"Eat up."

I walk over and take a seat across him.

"Why doesn't your assistant know you're allergic to garlic?"

"She only delivers the meal, my mother orders it."

I scrunch my face at him, "That's worse. Why doesn't your mother know?"

"I think she forgot."

I start to ask why he didn't remind her but I know the answer.

She sucks.

I stand and close the distance between us, I spin his chair and place my hands on both his arm rests.

"You should thank me for lunch."

He eyes me suspiciously, "How may I?"

"Fuck me over this desk."

His eyes go wide, "Now?"

I smile coyly, "No. Just add it to your to do list. Fuck Art over desk. Punish Art over desk. Brutalize Art over desk. At your convenience."

He smiles, "If you're good."

"Promise?"

"If you are good Artist, I promise to ruin you on and over this desk."

"Deal. You have no idea how fucking devilish you look in your suit. I'm glad I have no duties I couldn't concentrate from the view."

He arches his eyebrow, "Who you telling?"

I laugh, "Is that why you dressed me so particularly?" I ask.

"Yup, I wanted a view."

"Stop looking at me like that unless you want me to crawl beneath your desk. It's been too long since I tasted you." I warn.

He chuckles, "It's going to be alot longer."

I immediately frown and let go of his chair.

He chuckles and turns back to his lunch. I watch him eat happily.

Oh hell no. You just bought yourself a tantrum.

After he eats I lift the blinds in his office and he returns to work.

Im feeling especially bratty.

I search the office for my next move. I know it isn't right but he said it himself I just can't help myself.