The Besotted

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"Hi, Ms Olifant?" I look up to find Clarissa standing prim and proper next to my desk, "Mr Sin would like to see you in his office."

And he couldn't just call my desk phone like a normal person, or have one of his many assistants call my phone. I mean, there's no love lost between Clarissa and I, but making the poor girl come all the way down here just to call me up is very unnecessary.

"I'll be right there, thanks," I say up to her and make quick work of closing my files and signing out of my laptop.

Two things that have happened since... what happened happened... Mr Sin was out of the country for a couple of days and me finally moving into my cubicle a couple of days ago.

I haven't seen since crazy that kiss last week, I don't even think I remember the rest of that day because all we did was devour each other the whole day.

I spent the weekend playing the whole thing over and over again--

I remember the feel of him, not only how his warm hands fire to my body with his caresses but the how hard and strong his body felt under that suit. That clean, airy, intoxicating smell of him. The feel of his stubble against my cheeks, against my neck, in my hand... I have never been kissed and touched like that.

The taste of him. Yoh. Hot, sleek, and smooth. Then he did this thing with his tongue when he swept across my palate, and honestly... shivers. Wetness immediately pooled at the apex of my thighs.

After he picked me up and I wrapped my thighs around him so he could walk us to thr couch, I was practically writhing on him at that point. I was going crazy.

I wanted more-- more of him, more of this thing that his touch instantly set alight within me, more closer, more of his hands on me, more pressure between my thighs.

But all we did was kiss. He might have grabbed my ass and attacked my neck, but his hands went nowhere near the places I desperately needed squeezes.

It still feels like some weird, out of body dream, or an imagined reality because looking back at where we came from there's no way that me and Dickhead Sin made out all day on long in his office. No fucking way. Not me.

I'm not one of his suite snacks-- aboBrie, Bessie, nton-nton. That's not me. I always vowed that I'd never let a man especially him ever put me in their shoes.

Also, I never thought I was attracted to him nor he to me so what happened? What changed? And exactly when did it change?

I take the elevator up to the top floor and get off with steady foot steps no matter how heavy my body feels with each step I take--

I haven't seen him in almost a week. He was apparently out of the country and this man is the most unpredictable person I've ever met, I can only wonder what he wants now.

I'm not dressed as provocatively as I was last Friday, the dress I'm wearing is very simple- black, square necked, long sleeved, and knee length. And of course, all chic and form fitting. I still stopped traffic though. Still turned heads.

Anyway, now I'm approaching the door and I don't know what to do. I don't know what the protocol is since this is not my space anymore.