Patricia's POV
I reached to grab my meal but he suddenly pushed me and made me fall on the couch beside him.
"What's wrong with you!"
"Relax and eat your food. I'm a gentleman. I get it, I'm imposing but you really need to eat. Just eat, then I'll be on my way."
Honestly, it felt like my stomach was about to eat itself. I was in no mood to fight, besides the aroma from the foods filled the whole room, so I already knew it would be amazing to have a bite.
I felt his hard gaze on me as I picked up a sandwich. My stomach was weirdly pitched. My insides came alive the second I bit through and a burst of tastefulness exploded inside my mouth. I let out an intrigued moan before I even knew what was happening.
His chuckle was dark, but so warm. He watched me as I ate, then he picked up his as we ate in the silence.
"I really like this. You'll give me their number so I can order by myself next time." I said mid-bite and enjoyed myself.
When he said nothing, I turned to face him to yell, but he was quietly watching me, and it was the weirdest thing ever.
I glared at him, but he still didn't stop. I threw the remaining sandwich into my mouth before I asked the obvious question.
"What? Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Nothing. I'm just intrigued by the way you eat, that's all."
I said nothing. He said nothing. His eyes fell on my lips and lingered there. If he didn't leave now, things would happen. Things that didn't need to happen.
Breaking the eye contact and silence, I made a gesture towards the empty pack of sandwich. He looked at it, confusion etched on his face.
"I'm done eating now." I spoke softly, my body itching to be close to his for some reason.
"So?" He asked, rather annoyed. His brows were shot up.
"So? I repeated sarcastically.
"When are you leaving then?"
"You want me to leave? I thought we forgot about that?"
"Come on, pack up and go. I've eaten and I'll eat the rest later."
I said as I stood up, walked to where his tie was and dropped it on his lap for him. Just before I could walk away, he grabbed my wrist and made me fall on him this time around.
I landed directly on his crotch and in seconds, I felt his cock harden underneath me. I let out a weakened sigh because I didn't even want to move.
"What are you doing?" I yelped as he pulled me even closer into him.
"It's all your fault, Trisha..." His thick voice hummed by my ears, seducing it. Sedating it. Oh fuck.
My chest rose and felt erratically due to excess and heightened anticipation. I wanted everything he had to offer. I wanted him to touch me.
"Just because I'm your partner doesn't mean I'm immune to your charms. I know I said you're not my type but still, don't show me your messy hair or show up in this tiny outfit you have on in front of me. I can simply yank it off, and…"
"Stop, just stop. I said breathlessly.
"You invited yourself, all by yourself. I didn't call you here, so stop doing what you're doing."
"Do you want me to? Resist me, then I'll leave."
I used my last sane strength to stand up, even though the friction was killing me softly. I really, really didn't want to leave his warm embrace and touches but I had to.
"I'm stronger than you think. You'll have to do more than this to seduce me.
"No I don't. I've done it all. You just think you're strong but you're not. I can see right through you. When you finally crave my touch, you'll beg me, tigress."
"Whatever, leave. We have shit to do in the morning." I hated how right he was, but he'll never win.
"Right." He said, standing up and wearing his tie, then his suit jacket. I led him to the door but he stopped right before he would leave.
"What is it again?" I asked, infuriated. I really needed him to leave so I could breathe.
"I just want to take in your space for the last time. Make sure you get some sleep. See you at work tomorrow, partner."
He winked and I watched the way his mouth opened and closed in a way that drove me crazy.
"Yeah yeah, bye." When the door finally closed, I breathed a sigh of relief. My back was against the door, and with a hand to my chest, I felt the way my heart thumped in and out of my chest. Why was I so invested in letting this man touch me? How long would I last?
As I headed into the living room to watch a romcom, I thought about it. The living room still smelled like him. It was definitely his plan, but I wouldn't care. I wouldn't.
After the rom com, I realized that it was just a couple of minutes after 1am. Fuck him if he thought I would really listen to him and not work.
I grabbed my laptop immediately and began to strategize on how my new company would be, and whether I should truly hand it to someone to run it while my full attention would be in Liam's company.
Looking for a suitable partner stressed me out so instead I focused on the staff I employed and sent official emails, telling them to package the pieces that got sold. At least people were still buying my art pieces.
When I was done, it was half past two. I shut down my laptop, headed to the room and brushed my teeth. Just before bed, I remembered to keep the remnants of the take out in the fridge. I would eat that by morning. Liam was annoyingly thoughtful because I would've starved and I wouldn't even notice.
Well, goodnight!
Except, I wished I didn't wake up the next morning. One of the worst days of my life