Your POV
“I’m busy.” Miguel groaned, looking over his shoulder and gave you a glance of irritation. “Can’t you find someone else to piss off?” He says rolling his eyes, watching me walk around. It's a hobby of mine being around him and attempting to get his attention. “Don’t touch my stuff.” He says harshly. He's silent for a moment.
“Please.” He adds with a mutter. "Well, that's a first." I say with a smug look. “Yeah, what?” He snaps. “Can’t a guy try to do his job without being harassed?” He says, giving me an annoyed look. I giggle. "Not that you said, please." I say.
“Hey, I’m not rude. But you keep bothering me, what else am I supposed to do?” He argues, shrugging his shoulders. "That being said... I think you're starting to like me." I say with a smirk. “What the hell gives you that idea?” He responds with an irritated tone. “I can’t even stand to be around you and you think I’m starting to like you?” His voice starts to raise as he glares at me. "Aww, Miguel, you don't have to pretend around me. It's okay. I like you too. Now we can be best friends." I say and hold his arm and putting my cheek on it.
"If you want we can be secret friends." I say. His look darkens. His eyes quickly look at me as his body tenses up. “Secret friends, huh?” He growls. “If this wasn’t a workplace then I’d break your nose. Now get off me and stop bothering me.” Miguel’s harsh voice yells.
He tries to shake me off. I'm shocked but not by a lot. "Friends don't hit each other. Jeez...some friend you are." I say. “You know what else friends don’t do? They don’t get in someone’s personal space when they’re busy.” He glares at me, as he tries to turn back to monitoring the servers. My arms are still wraped on his arm, holding him in place.
"Okay I'll let you go but, promise me something." I say. “What?” He says and glances at me, as if he didn’t want to listen to another word I had to say. "In private when no one is watching we can be actual friends. You can hate me in front of other people I don't care but I at least want that. It's not like I'm asking you to be friends with benefits with me. I do not even want to think about that." I say. He doesn’t say anything, he just glares at me. “Yeah, no.” He says firmly.
“I’m at work to work, not to make friends.” He says. I feel something break like I'm shattering to pieces. This feels different. Why does this feel different? We always do this but for some reason it hurts now.
I look away. "...Fine" I say and leave him saddened. I shut the door behind me and I feel tears flow down my cheeks. Why is this happening. This...this is normal for us.
I pull myself together. If it feels like this I'll just be his coworker. No more playing around with him. I go find some work to do.
Miguel's POV
I watch her walk away, frowning at the same time. That's different from usual. She's usually so persistent she never stops when given a clear “no.”. This feels strange maybe it's guilt, confusion, worry. I hit my head against the wall. Frustrated and annoyed I walk over to the monitor and keep looking at the server activity.
Time Skip
Its been an hour and a half. I still sit at my desk. I don’t bother to look up, when the door to the server room opens it's her, shocking me. "Do you mind looking over these and signing them. I did the work so all you have to do is sign." She says. She speaks with no emotion unlike usual.
I look up at her. There's no sign of any emotions. “Sure, give them here.” I say. She gives them to me with a pen. I look over them and sign them. "Now leave me be." I say stern hoping to get some reaction of any kind. "I plan to. We're coworkers there's no need to be in each other's business or space." She says still with no emotion.
This feels wrong, like she's not even in her body. Like I'm talking to a corpse... What does it really matter though? She shouldn't have been acting the way she did in the first place. This should make me happy but instead I'm filled with discomfort and uneasiness. This is nothing just some feeling.
I rolls my eyes, continue to work. Although I have no interest in her, I can’t help but notice her walking away. Is she...is she attractive? No that can't be. She's annoying and there's nothing attractive about that...but. She does her work unfazed by anything.
I continue to monitor the server activity, occasionally glancing at her from the corner of my eye. I can’t believe how good she looks, despite my feelings of disdain towards her, I can’t help to check her out once in a while. She's so focused. Normally she's moving a bit or playing around here and there. She even messes with me while doing her work.
Her focus now is definitely not normal it's odd. She just does her paperwork quietly not making a sound but moving the pen across the paper against the desk. I try to focus on my work but can’t stop from glancing at her a minute later. She's alluring, yet I continue to ignore her. I try to work but find myself focusing on her more.
She gets file folders and puts them in the desk drawer then gets more paperwork done. I catch myself glancing at her again, I try to look at the monitors. It's hard trying to control my urges, but every time I look back at her, I finds myself wanting her more. She puts her hair up so it's out of the way. God her face looks so soft her neck is so biteable.
Every time she moves around, I find myself more attracted to her and I try to fight it. I try to look away but find myself looking again a few minutes later. In a few moments I lost focus on everything and just stare at her. She types on her laptop sending emails. God what could those hands do to me.
She looks a bit puzzled. Her looks start to get me worked up, my face begins to turn red. I noticed my mouth watering as I watch her, I'm getting more attracted the more she works and she doesn’t even notice. It's driving me crazy. I swallow my spit.
She writes information down that are in the emails. Something so little that she does drives me up the walls. I bite my lip, watching her write down information and then look up at her, making sure she's not looking at me. My stomach starts to heat up, as I think about doing things with her I shouldn’t. I try to snap out of it, but to no avail.
I don't want to stop in all honesty. She takes her jacket off placing it on the back of her chair. I notice her taking off her jacket and my eyes go straight to her body. I examine every inch of her that I can see. My stomach flutters, I definitely can’t help but stare.
I'm completely distracted. She answers calls taking appointment times down. Her voice god does it feel like silk. I continue to watch her move around, her body looks fantastic in that outfit she's wearing. I stare at her figure, but not in an obvious way.
My heart starts to speed up rapidly, but I try to keep working and forget about it. She yawns. The things I want that mouth to do to me and, what I want to do with it. She stretches. I could just look at her figure all day.
I try not to react but I just can’t keep it in any longer. I look and notice her curves that show on every stretch making me more aroused. I try to calm down, but my body doesn’t know how to. She gets paperwork from the printer. I watch her bend over to grab the paperwork and I'm left speechless once again.
Fuck she's killing me and she doesnt even notice. I'm hard as hell and it's so annoying. She's just so damn attractive, especially in that short dress. I look, and I don’t even try to hide it any longer. I let my eyes trail down her legs and back up again. Shit what do I do?!
TBC...
