"Wait... what?? You outplayed your boss?" I asked, bewildered.
"Of course! I mean, that man is a pain in the ass. He doesn't let me rest; I even work overtime, and that's so exhausting," she whined.
"Well, he deserves it. When you walked in, I knew you were hot, but men... you're fire, Soph."
"I know, right? You noticed when I came in?"
"Who wouldn't? You lit up the room with your presence, and who takes three shots of vodka at once?" I said with a wink.
She laughed, a melodious sound. I wished to hear her laugh like this forever. Crap... What am I thinking?
"Well... you're hot and... from what I've noticed, you're intentional and detailed," she complimented.
"Yeah... thank you, my job requires that."
"Ohh! What do you do?" She asked with so much interest, her eyes dilating.
"Uhm... I'm a writer."
"Oh my! I see why you're so good with words. I mean, you're like a main character, hot stuffed playboy," she winked.
I felt slightly offended that she thought I was a playboy. "That's high school stuff," I replied, not smiling.
"What?"
"Playboy."
"Hmm... I see you're offended... I like my men petty," she drilled.
It's the confidence and audacity to claim me; Sophie is one hell of a woman.
"I'm to do the claiming, senorita, not the other way round," I opined.
"I swear to God, if you as much as use that tone on me, I'll have your face buried between my legs."
My pants twitched at her words. As much as I like the idea of feasting on her, I don't like other people seeing what belongs to me.
"What other trick do you have up your sleeve?" I asked, hoping to divert the topic of discussion. I needed more time.
"Tell me about you," she requested.
"I live a very boring life, I work from home..." I started, but she caught me short.
"That must be so cool... I wish I could work from home. Seeing that I studied ethical hacking, but I don't have the resources and connection to," she said, sadly.
"I see, that's why you took a job as a secretary?"
"Well, yes."
"For which company?"
"Dass Inc."
I choked on my drink immediately.
"Are you okay?" She asked me, walking over to me and patting my back.
"Yes, thank you," I replied, and she only hummed. "Owned by Dabris Lookman? He's such an anonymous personality; I mean, no one knows much about him," I said, hoping to get her talking again. I hated the awkward silence.
"Right! I mean, nobody knows him, except of course the top officials. That's so weird," she replied.
"It is... so weird," I concurred.
"Well, that's not my business. He's so rich that he won't notice that a couple of dollars are missing from his account, right?"
Oh! Sophie, what are you up to this time? I was amused.
"He's worth more than that, I'm not sure he'll notice," I said with a shrug.
"Well, that makes it even then, I want to hack into the company's system," she said with a determined face.
I spat my drink this time, and it spilled on the napkin. "I'm sorry... what?? Okay, I heard you right, but why?" I was bewildered. Who tells a total stranger about their plans to rob the company they work for?
"I have bills to settle and a lot to discover," she said.
I waited for her to continue, but it looked like we were done with that conversation.
"Are you going to talk about it?"
"No," she responded sharply. I felt a tinge of disappointment. She may talk sometimes without thinking, but this must be so personal. I hoped she shared it with me someday. Someday??? I may not even see her again after tonight. Who am I kidding??
"You said you studied ethical hacking?"
"Yes."
"And you wish to get a job related to that."
"Of course, that's why I studied it, but since it's mandatory I have five years of experience before getting the job, then I have to do something so the job would find me and... Dabris Lookman is my target."
Okay, that was a lot to handle, but she didn't seem bothered. Something I found very attractive and exciting.
"Why don't you just write to the company and see if they'll hire you?" I suggested.
She looked at me like I lost my mind, "if you've gotten anything from all I've been ranting about, you should know that I do not have the required five years of experience, and I'm probably Mr. Seth's nightmare," she finished, frowning.
"Exactly, he would be glad to get rid of you," I said.
"I'm sorry to say, but you're just being daft. He wants to get rid of me, yes, but he can't even trust me with paperwork. Is it the company he'll entrust me with?"
This lady just disrespected me, but I found it amusing. "I feel disrespected; I wonder how Seth copes," I said, putting a hand to my chest and feigning hurt.
"I'm really sorry; I can't control my thoughts. I didn't mean to disrespect you."
"It's okay. I still pity Seth though."
"Round Seth?" she piped.
I found myself laughing, "you mean you called him that?"
"Not just me, the majority of our staff call him that," she replied, smiling.
I shook my head, "that's body shaming, you know?"
"It wouldn't be if he starts being kind and smiling more, of course."
"He doesn't smile?"
"Jeez! You need to see him, very stoic and harsh," she pouted, and my pants twitched, the third time in thirty minutes. My member was growing harder by the second.
"Don't do that," I warned.
"Do what?" She asked pouting. At this point, I knew she was tempting me. I'm not ready for a one-night stand with her.
"Come here, Senorita," I found myself bringing her closer to myself.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"What we both want," I said, placing her on my lap, her hot core pressed to my member; she was already wet. "You're ready, cheerio," I breathed, and she moaned, rubbing her pant-covered pussy. "Easy Tiger, I don't want my lady on full display."
"Can we get out of here?"
I claimed her lips, which tasted like strawberry and vodka, must be from her gloss. She moaned, and I grunted in response.
"Excuse me, please," the barman said after clearing his throat. Soph buried her face in my shirt; she's obviously mortified.
"I'm about to close, and I'll need to get payment for the drink from the lady, sir," he said.
Sophie mumbled something I couldn't hear. "How much is it?" I asked.
"Fifty dollars," he said, and I gave him my card.
Sophie hit my chest, "what?" I asked, laughing.
"I told you we should get away from here," she whined.
I laughed, "what if I had spread you out on this table like you suggested?" I teased.
"Stop that," she laughed.
"We'll try that someday," I said, more to myself.
She hurried off my lap, "I need to go, it's late," she said.
"But you don't have work tomorrow," I said, a bit disappointed.
"Yeah... doesn't mean I have to throw my morals away for a one-night stand. Thank you for paying for my drink, Sean," she called, leaving the bar hurriedly, while I struggled with my hardened member.
"Can I at least see you tomorrow again?" I called after her, but she didn't hear me.
"Fuck!" I cursed. I haven't wanted a woman like I needed her; I can't even remember the last time I was with a woman since the betrayal. I took a shot of my drink to burn away those thoughts, while I refocused my attention on the problem at hand so the erection would go away. It's tough.