“It’s not a date,” he says, but he’s grinning and going a little red.
“Well, whatever you two do or don’t end up doing later tonight, you need to go.” His ex is going travelling for a year next week, and they’re going out for drinks and a possible last hurrah before she goes.
“If you’re sure?”
“GO. I’ve got this.”
He smiles and logs off his laptop, gathering up his stuff. “Thanks, Faith, ‘preciate it.”
I grimace and sigh a little as I watch him go. This does probably mean I’ll be stuck here until around ten tonight, whereas if I had Elliot to split the outstanding work with, we’d both have been out by eight. But hey, I’m the manager, I love my job, and I’m not exactly missing out on an exciting Friday night or anything. It is what it is.
Within about an hour, I’ve made a good start and caught up on enough of my emails to feel like I’ve earned a break. My stomach growls. Definitely pizza time. I’m pretty sure the menus for the local pizzerias are stashed in the kitchen drawers from the last time I worked late.
As I head to the communal area in the middle of the two open plan areas on our floor, I hear someone typing at a gallop. Ooh. Guess I’m not the only one doing overtime tonight.
I peer around the corner, expecting to see one of the planners burning the midnight oil finalising investment strategies for one of our major clients, because that’s not unusual.
But it’s not.
A slow grin spreads across my face as I take in how Damon’s hair looks like he’s been raking it out of the way, and how his fingers race over the keys like a concert pianist playing Liszt. His tie is undone, his collar is askew, and he’s so scrumptious I could swoon like a Disney princess on speed.
Well, it’d be rude not to say hey, right? And we can split a pizza without my clit breaking out her dancing shoes and making plans.
Probably.
“Hey, superhero,” I say, and he jumps a little before smiling when he registers it’s only me, “fancy saving me from eating an entire extra large pizza all by myself?” Gosh, that smile of his isdreamy. It creases his eyes in such a sexy way.
“Sure.” He looks at the clock on his screen. “Wow, didn’t realise it was that late.”
“Time does tend to just melt here,” I agree, handing him the pizza menu. “What do you want? My treat.”
“Nah, that’s OK, I can take care of—”
“Nope,” I cut him off. “It’s on me. It was my idea.”
And worth it for the grin I get in return. “Well, that’s very kind of you. Thanks.” He looks at the menu. “Honestly, as long as there’s no pineapple and no anchovies, I’m good.”
“And you’re not vegetarian?” I check. He shakes his head. “As far as I’m concerned there’s no such thing as too much meat…on a pizza.” I wink.Oops. Not meant to be flirting with hot men anymore, Faith…
“Load it up,” he replies with a nod. “There should be more pepperoni than sauce.”
“Agreed. I’ll let you know when it’s here.”
I head back to my desk to make the order, unable to do anything about the cheeky smile spreading across my face. He’s like a slice of cheesecake with all the trimmings mid-diet, but I can’t seem to help myself.
Chill out,Faith. It’s just splitting a takeaway while working overtime. Nothing to it.
But still fun.
Damon
About half an hour later she’s back, carrying a large pizza box and a carton of Haagen-Dazs. “Bit naughty, I know, but I figured it should have melted enough by the time we’re finished dinner to be spoonable.” She smiles at me, showing her dimples. “Took a guess as to which one you’d like, and if I guessed wrong and you hate it…well, frankly I’ll be giving you side eye, because cookies and cream is the best flavourever.”
That smile of hers is impossible not to return. “Hey, no argument here,” I reply, standing. “Thanks. I’ll give you some cash—”
“You will not,” she says mock sternly, before nodding towards the dining area in the middle of the office. “Best not eat at our desks, or Marta will go spare.” Marta is the office manager, and a real stickler for crumb-free work spaces.
“Yeah, plus, I’d rather eat with you,” I mumble. I kind of hope maybe she didn’t hear me, but she looks over her shoulder in a way that makes my dick pulse.Whoah. That’s…still a new feeling for me. The tweaks to my hormone treatment worked, and have for the past couple of years, but spontaneous erections and cock twitches in response to feeling turned on still catch me by surprise.
