Neo is leaning away from me, his body turned slightly so I’m not in his line of sight.
As if not seeing me makes me disappear.
I stiffen, feeling that odd sensation move through me once more. I don’t recognize it. I’ve never felt this with anyone else.
Make him notice you. Make him.
I try to fight it, but when he crosses his legs and turns his back to me entirely, I snap.
My arms encircle him, and I wrench him up and out of his seat. He gasps in response, his legs kicking out slightly, but when I place him on my lap, he freezes.
“What the fuck is this?” he hisses after a long, pregnant silence.
“This is your chair now,” I say and then adjust him slightly, making sure his ass is situated where I’m most comfortable. Then I twine an arm around his waist and lean around him, grabbing the mouse and clicking open a file folder.
“Your lap is not a chair,” he says, wiggling slightly, as if to try and get away.
I hold on tighter.
“It is. This is where you’ll work now.”
He huffs and elbows me in the ribs. Unlucky for him, I’ve known far too much pain to even flinch, let alone let him go. I just get on with reviewing some zoning proposals from the city council.
Or at least, I attempt to.
Neo is wiggling incessantly on my lap, trying to vibrate his way off of me. The problem is, it’s not going as planned. Not only is this making me hard, but it’s also aggravating me.
Why doesn’t he want to sit on my lap?
Am I not a good chair? That can’t be possible. I strive to be perfect at everything.
I can be perfect at this too.
I tighten my hold around his waist, and my other hand reaches up, gripping the front of his neck. I squeeze slightly, and he bites his bottom lip.
“Neo. Stop moving,” I say, my voice low.
When he continues in protest, I drag my hand up and grab onto his chin, forcing his gaze toward mine. “I mean it, brat.”
He sticks his tongue out, and I squeeze his face a little harder, making his pupils dilate. Oh, he likes this.
He might not want to sit on me, but he does like it when I touch him like this.
“I need you to stop moving, or I may do something I’ll regret.”
“Sure you will.” The sarcasm in his voice gives me hope. Hope that things can return to how they were.
My gaze is intense as it burns into him. “You forget who I am. I am The Firm. I was trained to take people apart. I can do the same to you.”
Neo reaches out and tweaks my nipple. Hard. Pain zips through me, and it’s startling enough for my hold on him to loosen.
He elbows me and scrambles back to his chair, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushed. I’m left as nothing more than an unused chair.
“Don’t do that to me while we’re working,” he says, holding out a finger toward me. I consider grabbing it, but fist my hands instead. “I’m not sitting on your lap while I work.” He inhales deeply, like he too needs to calm himself. “I can’t concentrate if we do that, okay?”
My jaw twitches, but I turn my gaze back to my computer screen, not wanting him to see whatever I feel on my face.
“Fine,” I say, and click on another file, pulling it open and scanning the contents.
