I elbow his side, sensing my cheeks warming up, and Daisy lets out a small giggle before she leaves us and closes the door behind her.
“You’re lucky she isn’t part of the gossiping squad,” I scold Jake with a frown.
“You told me before that she wasn’t, red. I wouldn’t have made the joke otherwise. If it were that bitch Isabel, or that other knobhead, though… Which one’s Larry, by the way?” he wonders, glancing at the people in the open space who haven’t left for lunch yet.
“The balding one with the dark blue suit and the yellow tie.”
“Of course he’s fucking balding.” Jake easily finds him, eyes murderous, and then turns to me to wrap his arms around my waist. “So, what were you saying about getting out of here?”
“Did you come on your bike?”
“Yeah, I stopped by the flat to drop my things and hopped right on it.”
“Then we can be at my place in under five minutes—ten if we stop by that Peruvian restaurant you liked last time.”
“And what would we do there besides eat?”
I can’t hold back the grin that takes over. “Maybe you can let me show you how much I’ve missed you? And maybe I can do the same in return?”
“Your break won’t be long enough for that, red. But we can call it a warm-up for tonight.”
“Sounds like a solid plan, yes.”
We kiss once more, and this time, he’s the one who puts an end to it, even when I whimper because I’m not ready to let go. “Your place,” he asserts. “I’ve missed the taste of your pussy. And that thong I brought stopped smelling like you days ago.”
“Used it too much, did you?”
“Been wanking with it from day one, red. But even that quality of satin and lace isn’t as soft as your cunt wrapped around my cock.”
Jesus Christ. Maybe we won’t stop by the Peruvian restaurant after all, and I’ll eat something in my office when I get back.
Impatient to get to my place, I abandon him to fetch my things from my desk, as well as my jacket on the coat rack by the door. With nervous hands, I arrange my hair, hoping I don’t look as horny as I feel.
“Everything will be alright, sweetheart,” Jake promises as he adjusts a loose strand behind my ear.
His reassuring words are enough to build back my inner strength, and I open the door.
I expect us to walk side by side to the elevator lobby and face the discreet looks and bold stares together, but he surprises me by taking an unexpected detour into the open space.
As soon as I realize what he’s doing, my earlier nervousness resurfaces. No, no, no. He can’t talk to Larry.
I catch up with him just as he’s reaching out to my unsuspecting colleague. “Hi there, Larry,” he calls out, making him turn around, surprised. Jake grabs his hand as if to shake it and inches closer, his imposing frame domineering compared to Lawrence’s.
Instead of making it worse by panicking, I decide to trust Jake’s judgment and stand there in silence, my hands clenched tightly around my things.
There’s no one nearby, so only the three of us are privy to what Jake threateningly mutters right into Larry’s ear. “Next time you use the words ‘block of ice,’ under any fucking circumstance, I’ll break every last bone in your fingers. Is that clear?”
Larry hastily nods, his face oddly red. That’s when I realize that between them, Jake is squeezing his hand in a death grip. I should do something to stop him, but this honestly feels good to watch.
“Good,” Jake continues in a condescending tone. “My woman’s off-limits to you, Larry, so keep her out of your fucking mouth.”
My coworker nods again, and Jake releases him. Jake doesn’t even grant him another look, grabbing my hand again and getting us back on our way to the elevators.
“That wasn’t necessary,” I feel compelled to say.
“Oh, it was very necessary, red. Made me feel fucking splendid.”
How could I not love this man with every fiber of my being?
