I exhale, slowly moving him away from me, saying, "Looks like my mouth isn't the only one that's going to get me in trouble. Please answer my question, Mr. Woods."
He puts his now-dark pink lips in his mouth and gives it some thought. As I approach him, he casts a chilly glance in my direction. He clutches my wrist as soon as I place my touch on the back of his neck.
He snaps, "Did I not tell you not to touch me unless I asked you to?"
I grin and say, "I'm quite sure you also violated my rule about touching me. I shake his hand and then carefully press my hand towards the nape of his neck. I nearly smirk as I feel him shiver. His hair, which I had been yearning to run my hands through, is reached for by my fingers.
To see it return to its enraged expression, I lift his chin up to his face. Does he really despise losing control so much? I lean forward and beg, "Please Mr. Woods," moving closer. My hips are touched by his hands. "Have the shoot."
He inhales as he presses his forehead against mine. The question "Will you be there?"
I'm honest, and I say, "I don't know." "It depends on what day you'd like to do it."
He moistens his lips and says, "How about tomorrow?"
I grin thinking of Daniel, "I'm not working tomorrow, I have a charity event to attend." Oh my god, Daniel. What the hell am I doing here, standing beside Robert. Are Daniel and I really simply going as colleagues?
Funny, I was planning on going to one too," he grins. What's its name?
He clenches his jaw and stares menacingly in the face as I back away to go to my desk. I say, gathering Nate's, Lisa's, and my belongings, "I don't know, I was invited," and go.
He asks inquisitively, "Hm...By whom were you invited?"
I try to be as diplomatic as I can, "That's none of your business." I take my phone out and open my calendar. "Now, are you free on Monday for the photo shoot?"
"Yes, yes I am," he icily replies as his jaw tightens and he glares at me. The question "Are you?"
"Yep," I say as I add the date on my calendar. I beg him to return my phone after he comes and takes it from me. He returns it, and I give it a strange look. Before going around the desk to put something in the trash, I shrug and put it in my handbag.
I approach him again and extend my hand for a formal handshake. After examining my hand, he turns to face me.
I clumsily reach out to grab it, but he grabs my hand with his strong one and pulls me toward him. He kisses me on the mouth corner with his unbelievably soft lips. My eyes almost close as I experience the lovely sensation. My stomach is fluttering hysterically. Why the heck is he torturing me?
He puts his lips to mine and says, "Until next time, Ms. Jones." And with that, he exits the office without turning around.
I remain motionless and stare fixedly at the door. I was in such astonishment that I failed to see that Nate had just entered.
He gives me a troubled glance and appears to be aware of my immobility. He carries me to the desk and places me on it after placing his hands beneath my knees. Hey El, you good, little one?
I take a big breath and turn to face him. "How even is he possible?"
Nate chuckles while shaking his head. This makes me laugh and get out of my stunned condition. "I wonder the same thing. By the way you right...He way better in person."
I inhale, "He agreed to do that photo shoot on Monday."
Nate grinned, "That's fantastic.
"Only if I'm there," I spit back.
Nate's joyful expression returns to normal. What exactly happened after I left—or should I say got thrown out? he asks while sitting up on the desk with me and biting the inside of his cheek.
I chuckle and lean my head against his. I describe to him how Robert brushed up against me when he initially entered the room. How he embraced my midsection and kissed me behind the ear. I also describe how Robert pushed me up against the wall after he departed, how he inquired about my plans, and how, at last, he left an electrifying kiss on the corner of my mouth.
I smile and touch the spot where he kissed me. Nate glares at me and slowly shakes his head. He sighs, "This man...he...I-" "What a mind fuck," she said.
"I know," I mutter.
Nate turns around and says, "Okay look," putting my hands in his lap. "Don't let this worry you, okay? You have a big night with Daniel tomorrow and we have to go pick up your dress, okay? You're supposed to be happy," he says with a smile.
I give him a friendly grin and sigh. You're correct, I ought to, and I will.
"That's my girl," he beams. What are you feeling like for dinner tonight? Let's go get your dress now.
"Mm, Mexican," I groan.
AN: Which section did you like best? My favorite is when she is attempting to get him to participate in the picture shoot. Additionally, I just want to express my gratitude to everyone of my readers. I started this story yesterday and over night I had 610 reads. I adore each and every one of you so much.
And OMG, did you guys see the studio shot Robert posted with my boy Chris Brown? I lost my mind. Who's looking forward to Breezy's return to the music industry?
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