“What’s up, Dex? Damn, I didn't know you wore glasses.”
I swallowed and nervously waved my hand. “Hey, Nat. Yeah, but only when I'm reading or doing homework.”
Natalie ran her bottom lip between her teeth before she cleared her throat. “C’mon in and lock the door behind you. I’m going to make myself some coffee, then we can get started. Do you want some?”
“Sure, I’ll take a cup,” I said, heading towards the table where we had our interview.
“How do you like it?”
“Surprise me.”
She gave me a salute before sauntering off towards the break room. I set up my laptop and pulled out the script that I had made so far for my game. Shrugging off my jacket, I threw it over the back of my chair and sat down. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee filled the air, causing my stomach to rumble. I had been working on my game and this manuscript all day and only had lunch. Looking at my watch, I saw it was already after eight in the evening. My stomach grumbled right as Natalie came out of the break room holding two coffee mugs. She lifted an eyebrow before breaking out into a laugh.
“Are you hungry?”
I shook my head as I stood up and grabbed one of the mugs out of her hand. “Nah, I’m straight.” At that moment, my stomach decided to be obnoxious and yell at the top of its lungs.
“Yeah, a straight lie!” Natalie laughed harder. “Hold on.”
She placed her coffee on the table before jogging back to the break room. I took several sips of my coffee, and my eyes damn near rolled into the back of my head. This was some of the best coffee I had ever had. The sound of the microwave slamming shut had me looking back towards the breakroom. Natalie came back with a plate of double chocolate chip muffins.
“From my secret stash,” she winked, placing the plate in front of me before grabbing her own.
I took a muffin and bit down into the chocolaty goodness and damn near groaned. “You have me about to start moaning over here from how good everything is.”
Something flashed in her eyes before she took a sip of her coffee. “I’m glad you like it.”
“What did you put in this coffee, and where did you get these muffins?”
“The coffee is a medium roast with white chocolate, peppermint and mocha. The muffins I made earlier this morning. They were going to be my after dinner snack.”
I took another bite and groaned. “Damn, Nat! I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but I’d have this exact combo every day if I could. This is delicious.”
A wide smile spread across her face before she bit into her muffin. Natalie’s eyes trailed down my face before they landed on my lips as she swallowed. She tucked in her bottom lip, “Thank you, Dexter.”
Her voice was low and almost seductive. The way my name rolled off her lips had my dick twitching. Everything about Natalie made my heart skip a beat, and I found myself craving her. I cleared my throat and dusted off my hands.
“So, here’s the manuscript for my game,” I quickly said, grabbing my laptop from my backpack. I needed to change the subject fast because if Natalie kept speaking in that same tone and looking at me like that, I would have no problem lying her on top of this table and diving my tongue deep into her.
“Before I get started, tell me what ‘Warrior of the Seven Suns’ is about?”
“Well, it follows the story of a twenty-five-year-old who unknowingly falls into a different realm when they find a magical relic. They must save the gods and goddesses of Sylic, whom demonic gods possess, in this new realm.
“How do they do that?”
“In this realm, they’re a flame-bearer and the fire is an ancestral flame. The character will have to complete trials and fight off the enemy of each territory to save the god or goddess for that section until they get to the final boss level.”
Natalie nodded. “Sounds intriguing.”
“Yeah, but something is missing from the plot. It has the quest and is full of action, but I feel like it needs something.”
Natalie hummed as she tapped her chin. “Let me read through this and get back to you. In the meantime, I want you to work on something for me.”
She got up from the table and walked over to the reference section. My eyebrow rose with curiosity as she gleefully pulled a book from the shelf and handed it to me as she walked back to the table.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a book with creative writing prompts.”
