HIS: Baby (Namjoon) | {Book 3} ✔️

[XIII]

I was back to watching her.

I sighed.

I couldn't focus on work when she was over there in her black dress. I could have focused but I didn't want to. She looked so lovely in that tight black dress. And the black stocking she wore with it, she looked so beautiful. Her hair was in a tight pony tail and the gold hairpin that I gifted her yesterday. I was giddy seeing that on her.

And her black stockings, I wanted to feel the skin underneath it. I wanted to glide my fingers along the most inner part of her thighs before ripping it off of her glamorous body.

I sat in my seat uncomfortable as I only wanted to get up and go to her.

I just wanted to go to her and whisper my devotion to her.

She glanced at me knowing full well that I was watching her. She went back to work but she had a small smile on her pretty face. I couldn't help but get giddy about that.

We would steal glances from each other and it was something that was considered cheesy. If it wasn't for her, I would have never done something so cheesy.

She got up her eyes pretending to not see me as she left her seat.

I sighed as she disapperared from my sight. Where did she go? Where was she going, leaving me here alone, desperate for her?

The clocks moved slow. Too slow, as the hands moved in slow motion. The time without her was slow. How did she make the earth slow down? How did she make time slow down?

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

Five minutes...it took five minutes for her to come back. And during that long torturous five minutes, I had done nothing but watch the arms of the clock move painstakingly slow.

When she came back, she had a bunch of items in her hands. She had envelopes and a few packages in her hands.

Mail...she had left me for mail.

I watched as she left a few on her desk before she walked toward me. I got excited and my heart began to beat faster and louder. Each step she took, it made the blood in my veins pump faster.

I should have stopped staring at her but I didn't. Instead I kept my eyes on her figure, her every detail as she came closer and closer to me. Past the clear glass door and to where my desk was. 

Only when she was a few steps away from the chairs closest to me did she look up. I was yet again blown away by how beautiful she was.

I called out to her lovingly, probably in a way that was inappropriate in a working environment. And her slight frown confirmed my thoughts but I didn't miss the slight blush on her beautiful cheeks.

"Sir...these are for you." She stood in front of me, her posture perfect. She handed me the items in her hands and I took it from her, my eyes never leaving her mesmerizing face.

I set the mail down on the table without looking before my eyes travelled down her face to her neck, where a hickey was hidden so well by foundation. I lingered at her exposed collarbone before going to her chest then to the curves of her hips before they landed on her legs.

"Sir...?" She asked cautiously, noticing how hungry my eyes were.

I couldn't help but lick my lips at the thought of tasting her once more. The stockings, the stilettos she wore on her beautiful legs feet were such a turn on.

A smile crept unto my face.

And she knew. She knew that thoughts were on a rampage. So she left, escaped before my fingers could ask her to stay.

I sighed as she went back to her seat, safe away from my wandering hands.

It was then I took the chance, with defeat, to look at the mail addressed to me. Usually she would go through them herself, deciding the spam and unnecessary items. After then she would bring the most urgent mails for me to look at.

Curious, I looked at the mails in my desk.

Two were of no importance, and I already knew what they were about. It was the last one on the very bottom that piqued my interest. The envelope was crisp, clean, and white. It's feel was smooth against my fingertips, the wax seal made my eyebrows rise in heed. It pulled my full attention as I looked at the front to see who it was from.

"Huh?" I asked myself, unable to grasp what it could possibly be. It couldn't actually be...?

The fancy lettering, the high quality paper and wax seal and two names adressing myself...

It couldn't be...

Upon opening it, the invitation confirmed my suspicion.

Someone was getting married.

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Y'all know who it is. Hehe.

If you don't, you'll find out.
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